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Ashes
Deep down
inside
a little hole,
where feelings and such
are kept a secret,
I think of you and
how you make me
feel
warm in
those places
I never thought possible.
Somehow in it all,
I only care
to be
where you are
every day,
till we are nothing but
ashes for children
to
play with.
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