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Aug 2017
We are each trapped inside ourselves,
only barely scratching the surface,
of others we encounter,
simply bouncing off the outer layers.

Confined within my mind,
with nothing well defined,
fluid movements of thought,
with no anchor point.

Floating on three axes,
no control, bouncing through x, y, and z,
ricocheting wildly, only,
when encountering my skull.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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