Through shoddy shards of fate,
Across fractured bets and odds,
With blind faith we prod along,
Being so forgiving of our gods.
Across fractured bets and odds,
With blind faith we prod along,
Being so forgiving of our gods.
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This late night walk after a tough, rough unending day at work. I am so, so exhausted. But this...sweet chutney of wind, lane littered wit...
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for all we know
they're not there
not the way
we see
they too are just
flowing, with the flow
asking for forgiveness
from you
and me
:)
forget it
i don't mean anything
how can i know
when i don't
know
i just try and rhyme
make sense
not of words
but sounds
not choosing, but going
with the flow :)
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