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Friction
Reaching out and clasping
the end of your rope.
Not enough to hang myself
but just enough to hold on
for dear life. Your grip is
slipping, your hands beaded
in sweat, your eyes hold tears
in self-indulgent mourning
should you choose to let go.
the end of your rope.
Not enough to hang myself
but just enough to hold on
for dear life. Your grip is
slipping, your hands beaded
in sweat, your eyes hold tears
in self-indulgent mourning
should you choose to let go.
Published 19th Apr 2015
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19th Apr 2015 1:21pm
'Myself' is the only word bringing this from second person to first. Intentional?
Good description, well-chosen title.
Good description, well-chosen title.
20th Apr 2015 9:24am
