Every Spin
in the darkness of a room
in the quiet of our hearts
safe from judging eyes
it all falls apart
on paper or our skin
with pencil, knife, or pen
we express all our fears
and we know the strong will win
every game
every spin
every race
they always win
the strong
inherit the earth
with every race
every spin
every time
Copyright © Sally Knox | Year Posted 2006
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