dried up

[sevenofspades]

So she sold my soul. The one I gave her to hold for me, to keep it safe and free.
She answered when I called but hung up right away
She told me to go away. So I did.
It's that simple, they say.
But I fear it is not
Just wait. they say
but I cannot
but I will not
I simply insist
that nothing short of a curb stomp
will take me from this goal
That which hovers, fleeting
that which doesn't stay
that which runs away
that which dies
in the daylight
forever

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