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Aug 2017
Existence is futile,
here for a moment,
then cast out
into the cosmos.

Remembered briefly
by those we touch,
then their fire too,
burns out.

Ashes in the wind,
grains of sand,
blown about,
never to re-form.

But the essence
lives on,
impulses swirl,
through the dark matter.

Searching for a host,
no knowledge of time,
memories retained,
but inaccessible.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Luna Lima and Nylee
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