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Mar 2012
                            
I can’t say you are here
                                  
When you never were before
                                            
Candles flicker when the wind blows
                                                    
It’s finally easy for me to say it was never you
                                                            
Headstrong horsemen won’t yet bring your apocalypse
                                                            
Touch, taste, and texture your flesh is wrong
                                                    
The greedy end, my bitterness befriends
                                            
Licking flames need to breathe
                                  
I fight my own fierce wind
Liz Anne
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