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Feb 2018
Imagination,
clicking of antique typewriter keys,
puffs of dust rise,
ghostly steps trod creaking stairs.

Scurrying sounds emanate
from dark corners and inside walls,
my breaths are so loud,
I hold it.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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