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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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