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Aug 2017
Only here and now matter,
row your boat through life's dream,
other things are but a flavor,
on the travels down your stream.

Waiting for fate,
to fill your plate,
wasting your last breath,
while starving to death.

Things outside, start within the mind,
ideas swirl and combine,
into plans and things to build,
going forward, we never yield.
a collection
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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