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old dreams
new temptations
rage for a different life
tangle 'round one another
pulling against my shackles
wound up but not set free
poked prodded kept awake
by thornthoughts
fully tensed on tiptoe
eases the weight on my shoulders
but makes my legs shake
your eyes heatflash my direction
the hidden statements stumblefluster me
make me stormdark and dangerous
don't you see the pit we're playing by?
Copyright © Shelli Mcclaran | Year Posted 2010
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