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May 2018
Nothingness, blackness, a living veil,
the wooden stick in my fingers,
am I ready for the light, or shall it remain unlit.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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