The RemedyA Poem by topsyturvyI go round and round in circles Tryna avoid the danger.
She follows me wherever Whenever, whatever.
He follows her whenever, Wherever, however.
The means to an end dies. Civility all aside.
They follow her through the dangers Even when she lays down to die.
Three people moving in as one Living as one.
She sits behind closed doors, Trembling all the while. Waiting for the last moment When all her pain subsides. © 2013 topsyturvyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 19, 2013 Last Updated on December 19, 2013 AuthortopsyturvyNorwayAboutCheck out my other works at: http://www.triond.com/users/topsyturvy more..Writing
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