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Mar 2013
Fatefully falling
He grabs the string
and pulls everything down.

A spyglass of forgotten gems-
won in a rigged lottery
in the days before he was awake-
spies a land that has not yet been ravaged
in the pitch-black starless sky
not yet been taken
by the drilling crushing
by the empty words and hollow promises
The dreams do not prey on tonight.
They leave that vulnerable cardiac node
that empty dried well
for a delectable snack
in the times when the hollow men
should not feel so alone-

Silently drowning
He grabs the rope
and pulls every hope down.
Written by
Zach Davis
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