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Temporary Paralysis

His presence cuts right through me  
-A freshly sharpened blade.  
 
His absence speaks down to me    
-Invoking the insane.  
 
Frozen hearts...
have stopped their beating    
 
Frozen feet...
keep me from leaving.  
 
Here I stand...
Making my mark  
 
Cupid's arrow...
Shots in the dark  
   
   
 
Written by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2016
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