Dancing Flame

Dancing Flame

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WpMetadataReadComplete Mon, Oct 16, 2017<5 mins
written about a story my paternal grandmother told me when i was very young before she moved away. This poem is dedicated to her and all of the stories and lessons she ever told me.
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The past is supposed to stay in the past, it was never meant to come back and haunt me, but as time passed I started to realize that maybe I was the one haunting my past.

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