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Dec 2013
******* in the evening sounds
Contemplating what we have done
There was no coincidence
Coincidences do not exist
Only the inevitable

Drove by your touch
Blows of fall wind
Bathed softly our naked bodies
While the flame was on
Jesus Monsalve
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Jesus Monsalve  Ottawa, Canada
(Ottawa, Canada)   
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