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Chase



I won’t chase after…. 
Something elusive
Something dismissive
Something invasive
That borders on the repulsive

I won’t chase after toys
Something coy
A ploy
That will make me burn like troy

I won’t chase after…
Something wickedly seductive
That makes my emotions captive
Derives pleasure in my pain

I can’t chase fakes that break down
Costly mistakes that bring a man down
The stakes are high
And down the stake you go

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