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Mar 2013
He stared through the jagged glass, as it dangled from a window frame that overlooked the overgrowth in the same place he buried change as a kid.

The remembrance of hope, love, and innocence danced into his grin, as he licked a single flame onto the drapes, and waited for the tears to pull in.

He was closing the door.

One last time.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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