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In Grimaced Glee
You wait
In chortled glee
Time’s ticking toll
Sharpening itself
‘neath your dark robe
And I
Poor fool
Fear not your sting
As naught is left
But tatters
Of past now’s
And you
Life’s dark companion
Have counted every step
Held sway
Lest I falter
Seasoned my errors
With adrenal angst
I wait
In grimaced glee
Enshrouded
In an endless
Thinning veil
Awaiting
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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