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Derelict I lie unable to


Derelict I lie unable to acquiesce

Vice succumbs its the kiss of death

Able and Strong a passing phrase

Menage desparado

Quietly lying in the grey

I do not strive but decay

Harken to deeper depths

I hope to delay

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Comments (1)

jhsteinberg
<p>This is an old poem. I definitely do not feel this way anymore. I did not want to feel this way anymore and did what I needed to do to move past this part of my life.</p>

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