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Sep 2016
We walk the knifes edge every day,
a balancing act that threatens
to cut us apart, down the middle
one side lunacy, the other sanity.

The fun and most exciting of us,
sit on the edge and dangle our feet
off the side of lunacy.
Wondering how far we can scoot before we fall?
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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