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  • Writer's pictureThe Damsel

Illogical Running

     Running turns to walking 

     When faced with ice

     So loving should turn to nothing

     When ones treated as a vice

     Yet the heart warms

     Though it may shiver

     So all to often

     The heart slowly withers 

     For it doesn't retreat 

     It simply stays

     When it should 

     have relinquished 

     It's prey

Poem 215 ~ 3/19/2015

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