October 27, 2010
By Chay Ruby SILVER, Mason, Ohio
Chay Ruby SILVER, Mason, Ohio
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I fought the feeling
Of losing
Like slowing down
In mud when
You would look back
with those eyes
And laugh
So I would look for my name
I wondered why
For hours
Like whenever the rain
Comes softly
You would smile
And think
Lightly it comes
And goes
Like with those eyes.
When indeed
The time does come
For you to pick
And it seems to me like
I’m towards the bottom
Of that list.

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