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Feb 2014
often
he spoke of exits
of rooms being tight
and the world outside too chaotic
only dreams
and dreamlike escapes
could make him calm

often
he wrote his visions
in verse with rhythm like a pulse
poetry like visions
of journeys
into calm
non existence

often
I feared his silence
the double absence of his words
and what it meant

now
I just pray
because I know
where the exit is
Patricia Drake
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Patricia Drake
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   Benjamin King and Chuck
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