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Jul 2013
and nothing could contain us.

She'd tame us for only a while,
until a breeze blew a gust of hot air.

A kiss on the forehead and a few drops of ethanol
would ignite an uncontrollable blaze.

Until you finally extinguished it,
we were too lightheaded from the heat.
Arvel Azcoe
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Arvel Azcoe  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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