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In life I was given this job,
in death-
the footnote,
there are tails told by men you've never met,
women the same.
As far as I've seen it,
I always wanted to know I was alone inside,
I always thought about something that could happen,
not even alone...
Wish-fullness does die,
and you can't control it,
seeing the future though,
is enough.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2018
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