By Kim Phoenix



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Falling faster by fate?s hands,

Wandering aimlessly, the vacillation.

Suffering within without eyes wonder;

All alone against the aggravation.


Waiting until after work

To thrust their fool hardiness upon the air.

Nothing left, but to succumb to their will,

Harshly from beneath, pulling out the chair.


Like the rush of cold water,

Always freely flowing weaving down valleys,

Where the banks and rocks try to bar the way,

Enduring the ordeal like the galleys.




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