One week turned into two months.
Two months turned into a year.
A year turned into two.
I'm keeping a fire no one knows about.
But it has since burned low
But I stay by to keep warm.
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Sunsets and Poetry
PoetryHello :) This is a book filled with different types of poetry written by me! I hope you enjoy <3 I love you. 💗
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One week turned into two months.
Two months turned into a year.
A year turned into two.
I'm keeping a fire no one knows about.
But it has since burned low
But I stay by to keep warm.
