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fire with no deterrent makes it's way through the valleys over the hills and through the silent towns engulfing the barely alive and the already dead there are no alarms no screams no running just the sound of crackling fire peaceful really Mother inhales looks out upon the flames it is time to begin again after I rest

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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