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May 2015
fire hazard
my ears begin to burn a bright red
like the leftover embers from someone's
beach front campfire
narrow eyes and paranoid mind says to me
*someone's talkin ****
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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