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The Flames dance

Saturated in writer fluid,
  lost feelings self ignite

Inebriate of a time distilled,
  drunk in the burning light

Memories aging 100 proof,
  the flames all dance alone

Memories aging 100 proof,
  -this fire now my home

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)


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