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Sep 2014
The clock in my ear
is a constant reminder
of the dying fire
that is this life.

With time comes age.
Flames turn young wood
into embers and ash.

When time runs out
what will be left of my fire?
Will it leave a burning trail
or will the trail burn me?
Thanks for the love. Comments and criticism are always welcome.
Sonya Rae Schement
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Sonya Rae Schement  Texas. Kansas. New Jersey
(Texas. Kansas. New Jersey)   
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