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He is not there.
He is flying where
no eagle lands,
no scythe cuts,
no green star shines.

This is what they left us:
the third place,
the crumbles,
the headlines
and some occasional
pity.
We can choose
our own death though.

He couldn't
because he was too young
but here
a thousand drow every day
and nobody knows.

alexis
2015