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P.O.M
P.O.M.
Their fire is not seen for miles;
Blazing,
Roaring,
Silent, but ferocious.
They are brighter than what catches the eye.
They will be able to burn forever.
They just need their match to ignite.
-DP
Tuesday 20th December 2016 3:10 am
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