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May 2019
inspired ghostly images,
burned into retina thoughts,
in the end, life is empty,
even though it is hard fought.

playground swings hang limp,
laughter and smiles all dried and gone,
the wind whistles through the nothing,
a long and lonely song.

no birdsongs here,
no leaves of green,
a rarified emptiness,
there simply is no scene.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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