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Feb 2018
Freedoms spell cast,
blended into wine,
reasons and explanations,
distilled into, "it's not our time."

One final word,
two final kisses,
tears falling,
more than three.

I close the door,
the engine purrs,
the highways call,
I will no more.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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