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Falling HomeThe time we died-- was when we lived,
Most wronged through life on shattered grids,
Of painted faces-- and cardboard places,
Like mouse traps snapping at the backs of heels.
When we were-- what none could find,
Like the shallow climb of desperate times,
While that pressure built-- the landscape tilt,
Swinging fish nets that only grasp to golden flies.
The only way to do is try,
The only way.
So now we fall,
We fell hard before,
That was before we made our home of domino.
One small push,
When pushed to hard,
Hear it come-- about to show.
Here it comes-- down we go.
Down we go.
How it happened-- hangs on chapped lips,
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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