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Feb 2013
I rubbed you down the spine.
Your skin felt warm to the touch.
I cracked you open and let your scent run.
To me, that delicious scent is life.
It fills my lungs, allows me to be inspired.
It reminds me of younger days.
Days when the fairy tales would overtake me.
Of gleaming blades in the thousands.
Of a cauldron bubbling green.
Of dragons and horses across the land.
Thank you, my Escape.
Thank you, old Friend.
Makana Queja
Written by
Makana Queja  Alaska
   Maddie and Emanuel Martinez
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