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Random Poem:

Rick
unknown

It seemed he was always a work in progress.
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That was just the way it was. People would
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write on him like he was a blank slate
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desiring a personality lift,
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a useless calendar. They wrote a lot on him,
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usually signatures, or little comments like
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that you could find on the cast of a person
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who broke his arm.
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He wished he could see them.
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He didn’t change much during the course of
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all of this. It didn’t matter how many times
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people wrote books of instructions for him
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to operate on. Nothing went through.
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When he dreamed, all he saw was them. He
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yearned to join them, he needed them.
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“Rick, you have to come now.
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It’s too late to go back.”
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They yelled at him to cross the rickety bridge,
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but he couldn’t, even though he wanted to
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see them.
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They kept telling him to take a chance, to make
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a choice. How bad did he want to see them?
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He heard their screams, the raging water below.
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“Rick, you have to come now—”
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He tried. But he couldn’t do it. It seemed he
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tried, time and time again, but to no avail,
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surely they knew he would fail. He didn’t
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deserve them: “Rick—”
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He moved, exiting his paralysis. He saw them,
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needed to be with them,
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heard cracking wood. Kept moving. Heard the
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water below, heard that endless cracking, and
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the air enveloping him …
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They were all looking down on him. He was wet
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in his own sweat. His pulse rate accelerating.
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His coma had snapped.
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