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Break down
Each time
her frequency
Is touched
With haste
She sees
Reality
Reflecting
The brakes
Are losing
Their grip
A frequency
Poked her
Wounds
She bit
They just squished
Then bled
The ground
This trip
Each time
her frequency
Is touched
With haste
She sees
Reality
Reflecting
The brakes
Are losing
Their grip
A frequency
Poked her
Wounds
She bit
They just squished
Then bled
The ground
This trip
Ouch!
When it rains...when it snows, when it rains then snows then does other stuff...time to step back and reassess now. The future is waiting. Good write - matches my mood now, assuredly. I am determined to rise though. After the holidays probably. Be well. Smile and smile - p.s. I like the form of this poem. slc