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Aug 2017
With painful stares,
I look at you,
burning into my eyes,
the pain hurts,
but the vision is a pleasure.

Such raw beauty,
sculpted into perfection,
each curve and line,
stellar topography,
in which to get lost.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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