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i enjoy

the reflections of your light

from a distance

where you burn

when you see me

looking at you

i enjoy your flame

it is warm

from where i stand

i go near you

i may burn

like you and may hurt myself

but it does not matter now

i have no name

to protect i have nobody

to comfort me

i have no choice but to burn

myself with you

and they will not remember

anything.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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