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Oct 2016
Pour it
From the bottle to the cup
pour the wine and fill it up
the blood red liquid swirls
and the edge of lips curl
into smiles and filled with guile
we may be here for a while
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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