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Oct 2016
Is my life pure illusion
or merely thought pollution
either way confusion
is my conclusion

Cool waters engulf
chilling thoughts
nudging back to reality
as I follow bubbles
to the surface

The moon
a hook
on which to hang our thoughts
whether borrowed or bought
each and every night
like pages of a book
knowing where they'd be placed
knowing where to look
a collection
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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