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Oct 2014
A faint,
Orange,
Glow,

Creeping,
Flowing,
Towards my fingers.

Moving slow,
Both me,
and the glow.

Consuming,
Burning,
Conical shapes blow.

Into the next day,
Creeping,
Flowing,
Glowing,
I go.
Curtis
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