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6/15/18
Crumbling Cookies
Second upon second, minute after minute, hour after hour, I sit and
wonder how could something so sweet in a blink of an eye be so sour.
I usually welcome challenges but under the weight of these circumstances
I hereby declare us cowards.
I guess I am the one to really blame for not being strong enough for
both of us to maintain.
The same music that we used to laugh and dance to, now when I hear it,
it becomes my mourning tune.
I spend days, weeks, in the thinking tank planning on how to recouperate
from this blow dealt by the dealer in this game of life
temporarily sealing our fate.
If this was a new invention, I would simply set a trend if this was a
mere race, I'd move with Godspeed obtaining a definite win.
Had it been a torn piece of cloth I would hurriedly mend but fixing two
broken hearts, I don't know how to start or even where to begin...
By Jack M. Branch #R17203
Florida State Prison
P.O. Box 800
Raiford, Florida 32083-0800
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