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Mar 2013
Brings consequences to doorsteps,
before attention to them is paid.
the proximity of temptation
overrides all the promises I made.

Consistently able to fool myself.
Too much, too little.....too late.
I stretch, I strain, I struggle,
as concrete deadlines dissipate.

Trivial and frivolous and ruinous rule,
from which deathly dullness softly screams.
Beneath alternatives, intentions buckle,
and inertia...steps upon my dreams.

Sept  2009 - June2012
Written by
sidewalk smudge
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