Pause

If i could grasp oxygen,

Have it lay in my palm

And tear it straight to its core

To get a mere peek of

What the future has laid

Upon its own palms, then

Perhaps my anxiety

May subdue and succumb

To its mortal enemy;

Peace.

(LS)


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