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Dec 2014
Staggered gait
As though feet
Are dragging boulders
My sorrow

Permanent abode
In the depths
Transient thrills
Balanced
On razors edge
My sorrow

Days dictated by yearning
To saturate the dreary
With design
My reason.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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