My Conscience

January 21, 2010
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Fast through the wind
I race to my conscience.
Will it be to late?
It's getting dark.
Snow spitting in my face.
My breath is heavy.
I worry silently.
I'm getting near.
My hope is lost.
I round the corner.
Right where I left it,
My conscience awaits me.

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