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Deconstruction 

We understood how the hours gnaw

(relentlessly)

Like hosts of ravening, unstoppable

termites.

But never, never could we believe,

(as it is now)

That this, we, would collapse,

In a heap of broken timbers and dust.

  • A poem by Stephen J. Kudless.

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