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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 © | Year Posted 2018

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