Turnpike # 71


z .jpgAgainst surmounting, inextricable odds, swirls and eddies I strive to let you go and lo, I find myself inexplicably wanting. Your implicit hold over me even as is shrunk to a brittle promise of bliss, a lambent shadow of a dream is uncanny; so much so that damningly risking all, I stand with you in the hoarfrost shoulder to shoulder at a last stand. Hark, as I struggle to grasp a mere sight of tomorrow I forgive you all but for keeping me as close and far apart, denying us a fighting chance in the land of might – have – been




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