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Desire
I throw a log on the fire
to let it grow till I perspire
But after much labor
I grow tired
I need my relief
I close my eyes
and sleep like a beast.
But As I slumber
the fire goes under
No more fuel
the fire cools
Its harder to see
like a dream
Will l wake to save the fire
Or will it die along with my Desire
Published 14th Feb 2013
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