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He slipped beneath me
He slipped beneath me
While we were burning together
Burning by a fire of memories
That condemned us to a
Thousand mouths that
Sings our praises beneath our
Substance of our fire
We are bounded by the flames
And emptiness can not fill us
While the fire is still lit.
poem
by
David E. Patton
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