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sinking sand

SINKING SANDS

Rambo clenched his fist and drove it into the jaw of the sleepy man nearest to Tiger. He was Tiger’s speech that didn’t need a voice. Rambo, a smallish man with hard hands. He used to be an accountant, a family man. The calm in the storm.

valtoybob shadow

SHADOWS

The shadows come hunting
Reminding me of the past mistakes
Saying there are no retakes – no second chances
Different faces on the wall
Praying for my downfall