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Thursday, March 7, 2019

The Fate












Set up your love 
then bombs. 
Cross the border,
to avoid the law. 

Rushing around,
to prolong your stint,
just waiting to fall. 

Any proclamation to end this,
the weight of the noise,
and I can’t resist it.

It’s really kind of funny. 
I can’t wait to console it. 
I can’t even calm it. 
I blow up to control it. 
Reprimand to destroy it. 
The fate. 




Remember me 

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