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Your (still) poetry!

I see you're still there. I see you still choose to write your poetry and throw your beautiful soul to the fire, as they dance around the essence, as they dance around such fire.
I hope they keep coming. And while they do, I know you are alive and that you're still feeling. And that's a sign. That's a good sign.
Thank you so much, Ayujaded!!

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