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Feb 2017
If we let it,
reality will eat us whole:
then **** us out.

It grows grim,
that's quite clearly true:
it's hunger's boundless.

A slight chance,
to slow it's rapid charge:
or to turn it's tail.

It lays in us,
a strong counterweight:
small hopes spark.

If we remember,
What brings it power:
is our self doubt.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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