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Posted by on Jan 14, 2020 in Poetry | 1 comment

WALKING ON ICE

Walking on ice
I don’t want
To slow down
I don’t want to fall
So I slide along
Going backwards
Watching the face
Of a future tyrant
In a malignant clown
The call of a wall
Who doesn’t belong
Buried in the yard

 

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