I'd Much Rather Stay Back From the Line

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Slick roads and crossed train tracks.
Searching for the attack,
waiting for the retreat, and abandon.
These days lose their heart
and so do I.
When is the time?

Melting skin and bruised fingers,
my love will never linger.
Turbulence shortened to wind,
not allowed in
for where is the line?
When is the time?





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Ender This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 12, 2010 at 9:15 pm
Um nom nom so if you don't understand this poem it's okay because I finally just got it...and I'm the one who wrote it....
 
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