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Frailty is your beauty,
your inbuilt obsolescence
drives me to maintain you,
to hold you,
to protect you from the progress.
It comes in words,
it comes in boxes,
a gift not chosen,
but forced upon you,
as life itself is.
In stasis,
like a trick can of worms,
a jack in the box
awaiting some momentary joy,
gone too soon,
a heartbeat not followed by another.
I was not the first to touch you,
I will not be the last to hold you.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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