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Saturday 13 September 2014

SELF-PITY BLUES

Why is it that I 
Am constantly
On the verge
Of nothing?

Strive as I might,
Fight as I do
I never win
Through.

It slips.

The dream
Slips
Falls.
My fingers
Grow numb.

I drop
The baton
Alone
I cannot
Run.

MC

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