An old cashier had himself under a desk
As the building tumbled down around him.
He was pulled alive from the rubble
As he lay in chaos and
Wedged into a tiny black cavity.
He held his hand,
Dreamed of the ocean,
Riding and flying.
So I said I’ll go.
I was so happy,
It gave me strength.
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