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Aug 2017
Goose bumps rise on the neck,
a shiver begins in the spine,
pure fear rises from the feet,
to the top of the head,
and erupting in a blood-curdling scream.

They **** and drink the blood of their prey,
then they find a place to lay,
to sleep and love the day away,
awaiting the next night to **** and play.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Seema
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