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Monday 16 March 2015

SHORT DISTANCE STUMBLER

Why is it that I
Am constantly
On the verge
Of nothing?

Strive as I might,
Fight as I do,
I never win
Through.

It slips.
The dream slips
Falls from fingers
Grown numb.

I drop the baton
Alone
I cannot
Run.

MC

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