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Grief Grips Grim

Grief grips me grim with her handcuffs invisible, Chief Cop she may be as she stuffs me in her remand, Brief barely is her self-proclaimed band of friendship, Relief absent I am stranded, I can’t anymore stand. Fired up to free from her shackles I work hard, Tired and troubled I tackle her with my bag of tricks; Retired I have no desire to break free from her as I stare Uninspired with Google results that need a million clicks. 23-Jan-2020 Writing Prompt- Let's Write a Lento- Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Dear Heart

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Date: 2/10/2020 2:08:00 PM
Sathya, congratulations on your win in my writing challenge with this wonderful write _Constance
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Date: 2/9/2020 1:14:00 PM
I enjoyed your lento, Sathya. The last line was so cool. Congrats on your win.
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