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Your
by Terry OlynikYour world was a snare.
But I was winter-smart enough,
To know I was entrapped.
Your love was a mockery.
Yet in the gracefulness of hindsight,
It was fitfully worthwhile.
Your liberty was a mirage.
We passed it on numerous occasions,
In the dim pawn shop windows.
Your smile was a stop sign.
Expelled from your dangerous garden,
My grin trumps YOUR sin. 11/11/2009 Posted on 11/12/2009
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
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| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/12/09 at 02:06 AM I do not totally comprehend this.In parts, I understand, but not in totality.But for me, there is beauty in the ambiguity.Each line is unique and witfully presented.Layer by layer, it peels back some bits of vague truth unique to you and your frame of reference.Excellent work. |
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