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May 2013
Operating under
Illusory
Neon lights
I thought I was
Winning
The game
But the buzzer
Cries foul.
In the commercials
They laugh
It off.
It’s always
A joke.
It’s a bright world,
Theirs.
Always lit
And never empty.

But what happens
When the lights flicker?
Rebecca Thomas
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