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Oct 2017
Drunk with anger

were the eyes that blinked

his thirst and hunger

were his last mistake.

As he stood at the edge of the world--

his creation in his hand

made of glass

that slipped between the fingers of time.

And fell--

was his last artifact

of perfection.
chaziyer
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chaziyer  25/USA
(25/USA)   
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   Kim and Sula Mabuza
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