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Spying & Dying

04 Feb

The paranoia seeps in
Like cold rainwater through worn shoes.
I feel the freezing squelch of mistrust and suspicion
Every time I step out.

The hairs stand on end,
Like so many troops brought to attention,
The alarm sounded for the enemy’s approach.
And I cannot be at ease.

I know what they would do,
What they would say,
And I must endure.

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Posted by on February 4, 2013 in Poems

 

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