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By Daniel KPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

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exhumed my weary heart from a

coffin made of dreams, the weak

lambent flicker was soon to turn me

igneous, yet fate stepped in and

presented you as the one

soul that could

emblaze me back to life

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Daniel K

I write love poems about the girl who has a hold over my heart and my life in such a way that neither are my own anymore. The girl I would choose over and over and over again. I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.

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