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Oct 2010
He was your silver medal
A consolation prize in my eyes
Nowhere near the best you can do
And you knew it to

Now in your days of freedom
With blood and sweat in your pen
The gold medal is just out of reach
Or so it seems again

What worked on all the rest
Won't melt the heart in a golden chest
For he knows all of your crimes this time
And you know them to

It must be strange trying to prove yourself
In a life spent feeling proven
What's worse is knowing anyone but me
Will be your silver medal
© Copyright A. Forrest 2010
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A Forrest
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