Fate
Here by wide gates
Too much, too late
The comic sigh
Of dying highs
Add more to craze
In winding maze
Round and round trace
True loss of grace
Pain in sure hate
Pound mate and fate
The end comes soon
Ere day greets noon
A sagely fool
Cuts with blunt tools
Leon a Enriquez
09 November 2016
Singapore
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