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Game 74

3/30/2016

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​CHI 98               IND 96

Apples and water.

Exhausted,
Terrified,
And near starving,
The man
Left the boy
Sleeping
Alone
In the woods
With the pistol.

Dark,
Grey
World.

Everything
Burnt
And bleak
And broken.

Air
Thick with ash.
Eyes caked with it.

Grimey life.

The man
Chews a handful of
Hay dust.
And sets to
Gathering more
For the boy

And then
Like an Easter egg
Or afikomen--

Hidden at his feet
So he would find it,

Apples and water.

In times
Like these,
Small things
Get big.

And these
Are not
Small things.
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