some days you just gotta hang on,
it doesn't pay to be in a rush,
grasping tightly the bent limb
like a squirrel dangling from a bough,
or a snowplow with no traction,
skidding across the ice,
into a shopping mall.
result - window substraction,
shards, both ice and glass,
scattering over the pavement,
like when you love someone too much
and are shackled in enslavement.
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