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Oct 2014
Day of days (empty room)
When too weak from bottle
To stand of own accord
Life flashing before eyes
Horror building in gut
Crimson dread and
Visions ofΒ square eyed devils
Laughing
They beckon
Lukewarm antimatter void
My creek has turned to poison
No amount of mountain water
Desperately sipped from creek
Will fill me
Duke Thompson
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