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Jul 2014
******* it
you are everywhere
the fires you have started and
put out in my heart are killing me
slowly and I want nothing but to escape the smoke in my clouded lungs and the flames that spread throughout the memories in my brain
and I am hopelessly trying not to become a pile of ashes like the others you burned holes in to

-a.f.
Alex Feeney
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