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Jan 2015
The streets are dead,
And the sun has fled.
A bright light glimmers in the distance,
As I notice a unique coexistence.

Do I approach the source?
The only answer would be of course.
Peering into the light I knew what it was.
The scent pierced my nose and left me only to pause,

Cherry?...I-Is that you?
Paco Manchez
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Paco Manchez
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