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Years
Years
Stacked up
Sentinel like
A wall of defeat
On every side
Watching
Me
Microscopic me
Dictated to by giants
Running
The mouse on the wheel
No destination
A thirty year chasm is inside me
Ever famished
Its mouth is wide open
Wanting my surrender
Waiting for dominance
But......
A tiny crack has shown up
In the dam that holds back my future
...Sunday 7th February 2016 10:34 pm
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