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By Daniel KPublished 15 days ago • 1 min read

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exhumed my weary heart from a

coffin made of dreams, the weak

lambent flicker was soon to turn me

igneous, yet fate stepped in and

presented you as the one

soul that could

emblaze me back to life

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