2. April 2015
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Dying flame
The untamed power,
Revived a torch,
Aligned a picture of destruction,
Blazed up the last remained hope.
A breath of wind flattered,
It collapsed in a single spark.
Within the blink of an eye,
My breath let it pass.
And with the last flame gone,
The hope forever died.
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