by Twain sawyer. My Word Wizard
It was a strange sensation,
his life in my hands.
Gripping ropes of burning,
tension.
A moments wonder at consequences.
It was a strange sensation,
that ringing telephone.
Something not too be,
ignored.
A moments wonder at consequences.
The consequences of letting go,
Of life being ignored.
Sweet release after tension,
This strange sensation.
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