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And when she finally realised
things would never be the same
she didn't look to blame
but a flame lit ever so slowly
a fire to not take so lightly
her eyes now burned with agony
though she needs not a soul
for now she is the one, who is in control
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2021
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