The Winded Rope

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Shuddered off snooze ,

Pondered some gaze .

Struggles for placid .

Determines to be taut ,

Sympathy out of sought .

No feet clambers this
drought ,

No dew fell upon
this fault .

Body threatening
with scarce ,

No courage crept
this heart .

Mould is what it
ought .

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