Each time when it almost mattered,
it mattered not that much
Old feeling's hijacked and held for ransom
memories cold and stuck
But the day when it really mattered,
my heart was set on fire
My will unfrozen and left to sear
—in a burning hot desire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
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