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Slow Coast

Slow Coast

I mourn a friend who

Could not stop running

On the wheel.

Every day he filled with

Chores created of his

Own doing.

A few days before his

Heart gave out he said

I’m tired.

I had spoken to him

Before about the candle’s

Two-end wick.

He heard me speak but

His eyes saw an image of

A coward.

He was given quite the

Farewell, which I am

Sure he desired.

I lost a friend whom I

Hoped to slow coast

To the fires.

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