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Sep 2013
fever builds
in the chilly silence
of loss

slow rising
of heat and anger
and hope

funny,
what sets it off...

a strangers sly grin
reminds me
I'M ALIVE

and all the space
in this bed
has not extinguished me
after all.
Devon
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Devon
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