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Aug 2017
Searching for home,
places for the lost heart,
a key searching for a lock,
an arrow for its target.

To scatter one's, soul,
across the universe,
shotgun pellet style,
maybe effective.

But when and if,
the target is hit,
to gather one's self,
takes eons.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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