Let Them Have Their Dying Days
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let them have their dying days
the drunken dust of muted memories
a scarcity of left over dreams
to parcel out between parentheses.
leave them with their dying days
flocked and grounded birds wading in their webbed reveries
sinking in the sodden sand
awash with the hermetic subtext of their lives
leave them to their dying sunrises
stripped of all salvageable alibi
bold and unbeholden
awaiting each petite salvation
