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ms reluctance Apr 2014
We float and we fly;
We try to outrun the wind.
We get lost sometimes,
only to find our way back
to our inane mundane lives.
NaPoWriMo Day #3
Poetry form : Tanka
Willow Branche Mar 2014
I pull it inside.
It cools me as it flows downward.
It's black, sticky hands wrap around my lungs.
A cool shiver trickles down my spine.
My muscles unclench from the daily beating.
My blood calms down.
I have escaped the calls of the blade for now.
For now, the smoke flies away with me.

— The End —