The Dying Limb
So tightly squeezed shut
Is the flow to healthy flesh,
That might by your release
Ramble back and return again.
The tireless dancer sends an echo,
Desperate, pressing,
Pulsing into the vice
So far from home.
Copyright © Mike Ruff | Year Posted 2010
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