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Nov 2017
I like the ghosts and the voices,
but rarely do they sing rejoices,
usually bitter and always mean,
they always set a tragic scene.

My soul is bared though never seen,
with terror encapsulated screams,
the life's blood slowly spreads,
filling the others with unholy dread.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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     Temporal Fugue
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