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Playing grown ups.
By Malice In Wonderland
I'm too old for this.
Too set in my ways
And stubborn
For your lack of concern
I cannot fix this
and you won't.
Even though your are
Cradling the pieces in your palms
praying they won'tÂ
Turn to dust
And I'm low on hope
and wondering
If I can bear to watch
Because you'll either
step up
And try
Or you'll burn it all to dust
And I'm terrified to see what you choose.
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Copyright 2016 Rain In The Willows
Published on Monday, November 28, 2016.
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"Poetry"
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