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We are a prologue that’s gone on too long

Dancing round the fire from inside my heart

Singed at the edges from burning too strong

You stand silently like a work of art


Totally submersed in your grand stature

Burning strongly to the point of true pain

Your gentle love can heal me at my core

And release me from my withering strain

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Jodie Paterson

The author Jodie Paterson

A film maker, writer and photographer who blogs film reviews, poetry and photography frequently. Currently working as a sales executive, but plan to pursue my writing and filmmaking on the side.

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