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Aug 2018
South Eastern New Mexico
not far from the line,
the suns coming up,
it looks so sublime.

Its golden rays,
shine down on my face,
but sometimes it seems,
I feel out of place.

This is not my home,
it's a full day away,
someday I'll return,
and for more than a day.

From where does the sun come,
it comes from my home,
rising each morning from a space nexus,
but if you ask me it just comes from Texas.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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     Scorpio and TSPoetry
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