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Aug 2015
Empty eyes black,
Begging for blacker,
for sleep.
It won't come.
The body does what it needs,
and it needs to be weak.

Fortress fortification
No concern for invaders,
but built up for prisoners.
Even I don't know
What damage behind falling bricks
Will show.

Empty, begging for something
Anything.
A broken five year streak?
But who knows how far water
Behind a ruined dam will go,
or what damage could be left below?
Raleigh Smith
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