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Jan 2014
and if there were a flame, severed at inception
the reunion would be wholly rampant
lights that spake in other tongues,
destructive forms,
grinding down the tallest mountains.

thunders growing from within,
to call about an unknown force,
and burn away a path to be,
creative sight,
burning through as light begins.
ponny jo
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