No Quarter Given
How safe you choose to lose your life;
I knocked, but you ran from passion’s wife
head long into ego flirtations
that warm your mental bed,
but never thaw your whiskey-less soul.
Nothing burns you alive.
Copyright © Maggie Flanaganwilkie | Year Posted 2005
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