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By: littlepeace July 7, 2008
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flame

little flicker

tiny glimmer

dancing burner

fiery shimmer

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  1. neilina says:
    July 10, 2008 at 11:38 am

    What it is about? Sorry, m little bit confused on this!

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I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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