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Nov 2010
Fire is only as warm
As chilling is the air around
Water is only as quenching
as dry is the tongue it falls upon.
Those who savor every morsel
And beg for every bite upon their knees
One can only taste the sugars of nectar
When you **** the flower dry
Of every sweet, salvaged drop
Alyssa Rose Evans
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Alyssa Rose Evans  Dayton, OH
(Dayton, OH)   
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