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The Red Sun Memory

Dark, lamp-lit, within our Japanese flat adorned with entangled, passionate screams. Now I can barely feel your breath on me, Terrifying. Like it was all a dream. (10/20/2017 - Poem for BrokenWings Poetry Contest: Dust Off a Memory)

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Date: 10/30/2017 9:43:00 AM
Nazarene, congratulations on your win in my contest with this powerful write, I could feel the fear in each word !
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