Wordwyse
a poetry blog
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Persuasion
Striking camp
I fold myself
into a lump.
Letting you spin
your silver web
I follow numbly
at your heels.
Walking home
I strip away
your tangled
principles.
I stretch a line
and rebuild
myself.
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