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Jul 2014
I'm seared,
The red of passion drains
To dark, dusty black
The lingering oxygen teasingly close.
I'm tired,
Hacking coughs
And over worked from nothing.
You rubbed your eyes at the burning glare
Of energy untamed.
And now you leave
When only my coals remain.
Raegan Ballard
Written by
Raegan Ballard  Texas
(Texas)   
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