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Likely Story
Kindling within the shrine of soul,
I hold the key to a world all my own,
Because below there is only room to grow,
Roots to branches,
Time will show,
How the seeds that were planted became something whole.
I hold the key to a world all my own,
Because below there is only room to grow,
Roots to branches,
Time will show,
How the seeds that were planted became something whole.
Published 14th May 2016
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