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Oct 2015
The energy of a twisted stretched rubber band
is some days all there seems to be
and calling on reserves that are no longer to be had
can be a forlorn hope
So you eke out what you have, mindful of a shortening light
that gets shorter everyday
and you spin off into Autumn like a discarded shriven leaf
all discoloured and sapped of green.
Written by
nivek
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