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race of life poem
Poem: The Race of Life
The unrelenting hounds were close behind, pounding the earth as Wrathful as thunder, Cornered was I, vulnerable infant, and optionless, cast Myself off the tower. I was sucked into a deathly plunge, closer and closer to The cold granite under, I braced myself, for closer, and ever Closer, and… The kiss of cold rays as…
