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Mar 2016
I am no longer the focus
of Victoria's view
the object in her direction
her sights now raised
above the dwindling light
of my affection

this dangerous game we play
like fire on ice
the closer we get
the more likely we are
to drown
Thomas P Owens Sr
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Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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