That Which Was Never Intended
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Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Watch it burn
Hiss, crackle, smell of smoke,
As matches light and burn.
Hold it before me - no fear or alarm;
Watch the flame flicker and turn.
Oh, to be so bright and strong:
I'll let this be my lesson to learn.
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