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Jun 2015
The rim of the earth glows crimson in the
gathering dusk as
an unseasonably warm breeze churns the air
Soon all the earth's places will be in
dark ruling covenant
Like us, my dear love,
our blood aflame,
our lips and hands extinguishing each bright spot
of burning desire

December 22, 1992
Ronald Jones
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