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THE FLAME

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the_diurnal_insomniac
·August 02, 2003·1 min read
THE FLAME THE BURN... The flame,it burns with a zeal.... The desire to glow.....The desire to grow... A goal to reach higher and higher. It moves nonchalantly. It is restless. Imprisoned by the chains of the twig... The twig of fate. Who can escape from the clutches of destiny? The flame burns... It cares no one. It speaks no flaw. Only desire governs it. No Law. The flame never stops...It burns with a zeal. The yearing for the zenith is never revealed. Dr.Nerve

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