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Feb 2011
The drapes of fabric cloak his form
Rips and tares catch on splintered edges
Each step, a stumble
Each breath, a hack
Each blink, a burden
The days of light have dissipated
Into a tomb of perpetual shadows
A man will march to rest
A choice
A life not worth living
Written by
Terri Faloney
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