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Fates Regret

The ending hard The ending mean Your future soiled But memory clean Your back bent over Your steps misplaced Your speech a murmur But one last ace ... A Robin sits Upon your arm And sings of times Forgotten charm And takes your last Begotten breath Upon its wings To fates — regret (Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

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