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Aug 2017
With panicked breath,
and so hot my sweat steams,
I kick the covers to the floor,
sit up straight and stifle screams.

I hear no voices from inside,
they tell me nothing all day,
hiding away from the light
but at night come out and play.

Coalescing demons
dripping blood and other gore,
things that make movies
nothing but a yawning bore.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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