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Aug 2017
Avoid her across the bar,
though she lures you in,
her smoldering come hither stare,
promises pure sin.

In the morning you awake,
you have no idea where,
but your clothes and wallets gone,
and your heart is in despair.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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