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Jan 2012
We are alone, in a
quiet room, and I
look out, and see -
sunlight, colour
warm red, immersion; perfect
in the dark.

I am a quiet fire
burning heat;
a bitter virus -
bitter end.
Ethan Snyder
Written by
Ethan Snyder
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   --- and Joe Adomavicia
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