Life,1 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
when the light hit the wire,
the wire became a fist.
when the wire became a fist,
the wire had to go.
when the wire had to go,
the fist lost its grip.
when the fist lost its grip,
the grip lost its soul.
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