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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