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Oct 2021
the sword of Damocles
hung above his
head
and it suspended with
a very slender
thread

the sharp edged blade
did swing to and
fro
deciding at which time
his cranium would
go

though he is a man
in a powerful
position
nothing will save him from
the cold steel's
exhibition

sooner rather than later
we'll witness the sword's
drop
as it makes
the inevitable
chop
Elizabeth Squires
Written by
Elizabeth Squires
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