FAITH FATED FATE

1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...
Sinking in a sunken sink,
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Retreating in retreated retreat,
1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...
An anguished brain quavering in its quiver,
1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...
The desperation to salvage a fated fate,
1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...
Tear tears of the unknown fate


- CarL I. -


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