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September 9, 2016
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on the cusp of the knell,

his knuckles clench

onto the hues 

that fade in daunting



scarlet jewels

upon his helmet of humanity

turn to dismaltude

unjustly, for his time

creeps away like

the mounainline of the EKG


he holds on his chest

a tarnished trinket

containing memories

fading to greyscale

before him-


but his eyes cannot see

beneath the dark cloaks

that weigh so heavily


he tries


but the world goes shut. 

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