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Oct 2018
Is there a word for the moment you win tug of war,
when the weight gives and all that extra rope comes tumbling towards you?
How even though you’ve won, you still end up with muddy knees and scratches on your hands? Is there a word for that? I wish there was.

I would’ve said it last night, when we were finally alone together
Strawberry Lemonade Mike-Hards in the hands of heavy hearts.
We finally stopped, we finally fell; the game was over.
We were messy and vulnerable
but for once, we weren't one two sides of a rope.
I hope theres a word for that. I would say it all the time.
Rida
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