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Jan 2016
The night you fell asleep in my arms
by 4 am you were long gone
burning up and shuddering in the night
a violent battle raging on

I held on tight listening to every mumbled curse
projecting images of your past
I need to meet those demons you locked horns with last night
after the wormhole collapsed
vinny
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vinny  Seattle WA
(Seattle WA)   
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