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I wish I'd create the way that I desire.
Allow the flames of passion to purify my soul. Not suffocate it.
I wish I could breathe the way that I sing,
With meaning,
With truth,
With pain.
With an uncertain feeling but passion all the same.
The patterns of irregularity are far too foggy.
This stubbed out flame is yearning to ignite,
To come back home.
I wish it to stay this time.
About the Creator
Em
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