Saturday, June 3, 2017

Sevens, 2017

There were cowards in our midst,
crossing hairs,
and keeping us at our ends,

and I was unsure how we were going to get the better of them,
we weren't,

I wasn't at a loss for words,

I was at a loss for anything,
any thought that would make this go away,

and I knew it would likely be long after my own demise

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