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Walk Don't Walk


by Darryl Price


You're going to let cyclical death 
get in the way of your natural 
living? Not likely. I like your smile. 

That's as close to the truth as I want 
to get. Sure, I'd like to dry your tears. 
But those belong only to you. They 

are yours to feel. To give. It doesn't 
matter where they came from. What for. Your 
smile is a very nice sweet thing that 

I've finally noticed about the 
world we live in. I don't know. It makes 
me somewhat hopeful for a something 

amazing for someone else. I know 
it's not for me. But it's meant to meet 
up with all the good and magical 

medicine that's always out there. It 
will certainly set things right somehow 
for those lucky enough. Sure, I'd like 

to lay in your arms. That's as close to 
the real beauty as I'd need to get, 
before you turned your eyes away from 

me again. Your smile's a waterfall,
it promises renewal under
its cleansing care. I don't doubt it. My

path probably seems like an illusion
to you, but I've never been a 
liar. I'm not about to start now.
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