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Jan 2019
Eyes burn, once wet.
Hands tremble, vision set.
Throat burns, now wet.
Falling fast, catching net.
When I end, I will reset.
Until I end, I’ll place a bet:
Before the end, he will, well met,
Learn the secret, **** the threat.
Written by
Michael Archer  Oceanside, California
(Oceanside, California)   
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