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by Ashleigh Skye Oct 22, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Who knew a sliver of paper, is all that would stand in my way, holding like an iron lock determined like a bird of prey. The contents scream to be released, as the piece of paper holds tight, swaying with my every tug, a never ending fight. Tormented by the tie, as the bind gets tighter still, a challenge that won't end soon, a powerful battle of wills.
