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Jan 2018
Decide your fate,
walk around the lake,
with me holding hands,
for so long I have planned.

Summer sun sinking down,
laying you upon the ground,
blue jean shorts and bikini top,
pull them off, just don't stop.

Her hair up in a ponytail,
on a bronzed body, I set sail,
first to starboard, then to port
heading toward her last resort.

As darkness sets,
I close all bets,
bullets fired from a gun,
I guess this means that I have won.

My angel lays on unfolded wings
my heart it suddenly sings,
beauty captured in the twilight,
forever burns in my eyesight.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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