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Anne Jul 2014
Warmth to the heart,

Touching the soul.



The smell of ash,

Like the days of old.



Waiting for a spark,

A love that will ignite.



Where I will feel alive,

To
the
c
o
r
e
.



With love,

As the fuel.



Let it be alive,

Like a fire  

u n c o n t r o l l e d .
When I first yearned for the love returned.
-Anne

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