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Aug 2019
Lost in the folds,
drowning in dew,
ecstatic convulsions,
the feeling renews.

Exhausted and sweating,
gasping for breath,
the feeling of living,
through little deaths.

Heartstrings tied together,
cupid plucks out a few tunes,
relaxing in afterglow,
stacked together like spoons.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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