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Aug 2017
Nothing gets past her,
as if a third eye watches me,
constantly monitoring,
every thought and deed,
even completing my sentences.

Uncanny.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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