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Aug 2010
From a nail, the clock hangs reading half past five
A sentenced man dangles by the dental floss that ends his life.
Minty fresh, it maybe- a thin poisonous remedy
to free his captured soul and clear the grooves between his teeth.
Is it freedom or is it selfish?
Certainly subjective,
treason
to the life he was given,
treason
to the family who loves him.
Now the miracle child hangs
and his teeth begin to stain...
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
Written by
Christopher Rossi
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