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A reptile on a rock
is what I am. All day long
I sit and struggle to slither
over cold stones. I wait
for the sun to rise
and roll through my scales.
I wish the heat would hurry
for this cold craves my body
and claims me as its own.
I press into the future
but the frozen past of last night
clings to my conscience
numbs me into never-ending memory.
copyright 2007
Lisa Marie
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