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Aug 2017
Iron willed.
blossoming as others wilt,
riding the waves of hardship
as others drown in the tsunami,

Moving quickly,
most are frozen,
hibernation I shun,
while the masses settle in.

I have no time,
while their clock stands still,
my fingers race,
outpacing the second hand.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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