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A self-inflicted challenge

In an effort to write more quick prose quo (laugh it was funny) I am going to challenge myself to write a super quick poem each morning for no less than five minutes…here we go ..some shall remain nameless..

you are….

turning leaves
turning keys
turning
leaving you and me
it all is twisting
out of line
no longer clear
this life
one breath
another death
enduring loss
sins and lies
we pay the cost
of what we choose
to live and lose
it will go on
it will not stop
the spinning
dance of
the living
continues
impossible it seems
but there’s no stopping
the chaos
living requires we pay
our due
its true
twisting out
turning in
our treasure will not be in
what we earn
what we save
you are the gold
you are the precious
one

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