Fastened to a spinning coin,
A knowing future waits;
Breathless we pretend that there's
Not pain on every face.
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Author:
Quemis (
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indeed, that coin toss of fate
that dictates so much
and still, we find a way
to prevail...
a good read,
thanks for sharing dear Poet
: ) : ) Thanks mek!
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