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Sep 2018
I sit cross-legged in the darkness
of my cave of solitude. No one else
will enter as long as my breathing
ricochets off the wall.
I have fought hard for this cave.
It is my life. Alone.
For any who come after,
My scattered bones
will be a fiery treasure.
Arlice W Davenport
Written by
Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)   
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   Jack L Martin
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