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Steal as the Grave
November 10, 2015
I'm on a short leash tied around a branch on this oak tree,
I'm on a leash so short that I hang from the branch of this tree,
My feet can't touch ground,
My breath is a ficticious figment that fled in a gust of wind,
My eyes glossed over,
There is a still death in my life,
I have been dead all this time.
© Steve S., Marblehead, MA
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