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Aug 2017
Inside out light
from broken suns
surrounded by dark matter.

My mood is hollow
as the wind blows through
and whistles through my soul.

The inner music
somber tones
resonates in my bones.

A smile begins to creep in
as she walks in
and applies a balm to my sin.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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