1255
9.vi.23
4.161
fate accepts us as we are
for godsbother
chance is the foolish name for fate
fate accepts us as we
are
just in the clothes
of any old day
and some bow down
some struggle on
eruptions occur at
any time
so folded in our
words till last
having meant to be
one does a little
vanish before
fabric of all done
laid under
like a wallpaper
waste
fate all comprising
just lets you drown
there’s our final
fling
was always
fate stands aside of
time
oceanic
it’s our unknown
sherd skull
these perefectly
ancient teeth
fate is where we will
have been
when hope is always
gone
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