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He could feel it His body turning to dust Like the others around him He didn’t wanna go Not now. Not when they’re almost done. He could do nothing but feel pain          I don’t feel so good. As he stumbled over to the man who helped him The man who shaped him His hero, mentor, father-figure. It wouldn’t be long before he too was gone So he fell into the man's arms And in a voice holding nothing but fear   I don’t wanna go, please, I don’t wanna go. He fell to the ground his feet turned to particles Continuing until only his head remained. He managed to get two words out to the man Before the dust took him like it did countless others The man with eyes stricken with grief and despair and anger The man who could only watch as the boy left this world               I’m sorry.
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
One by One
With a smidgen of talent comes great responsibility. With great grace comes greater responsibility.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Spider-Poet