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Aug 2017
Streams of death,
slowly turning black,
a face slowly going slack,
exsanguinated to last breath.

Flaccid and white,
matching the snow,
as the life is gone,
no more flow.

Muscles beat,
the final song,
hemoglobin waterfalls,
no longer strong.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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