Why? Because Life/love is poetry waiting to be written
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Friday, August 26, 2011
Commandant
He marched ahead of me
barring every door
I was too afraid to retaliate
or even pound on the gate
freshly aware of my insecurity
I cowered on the floor
Subjected to the commandeer
Reliant on a single fortitude…
Fear
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