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Oct 2016
Her kisses were of allspice,
her body was cayenne,
she smelled of clove and peppermint
eyes always followed where she went

Her hair was that of ginger,
with a pinch of mace.
Her eyes were kaffir lime
she swayed along in time

The music played along
as spicy as wasabi.
Her dress was annatto red
as she danced, no word was said
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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