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Apr 2015
This antiquated avenue
of ghostly breath - breathes
throne of the copper queen
and all who've been
will never be the same
sun drunk days
desert agave grey
hilly houses, some withered and crumbled
another vagrant, I amble
as red mountain swallows the sun
into night's sky, so soon
the fading light of day
startled by the moon.
CA Guilfoyle
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CA Guilfoyle  F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ
(F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ)   
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