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While I was looking the other way your fire went out Left me with cinders to kick into dust What a waste of the wonder you were In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine At the disgrace of a waste of a life

Kristin Cashore

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Life
Went
Disgrace
Fire
Scorn
Wonder
Kick
Looking
Kicks
Living
Dust
Left
Mines
Keep
Mine
Cinders
Way
Waste
Heartache

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