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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1430470

A poem dedicated to my natural mother who passed away at an early age.

Long Ago

Long ago
I had a flame,
of the same name.

She burned deep in my soul,
and I in hers.

But her flame burnt out,
and though my flame,
of the same name,
still burns,

it is not of the same length,
as it was,
long ago.
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