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Clotho
Sweep me off my feet,
Carry me through this dreamlike state, and
Spin me faster than I’ve ever spun before.
Call me yours,
Call me his, hers, or
Call me mine. I do not care.
Shower me with golden rain,
Bathe me in the sin of mortality, and
Let me retain this tiny bit of humanity I still have.
Do not remind me of my greater purpose
For I do not know what...
Thursday 20th July 2023 10:19 pm
Heads or Tails
Like a coin
tossed in the air,
chance will decide
whether I will land heads or tails
To have control is almost impossible,
when I think I'm at the top
someone incapable or enviously sick
comes from behind
and knocks me down to the ground
I get up smiling,
starting again;
leaving nothing half done,
that's how I face life;
even when insults rain down ...
Thursday 12th January 2023 4:31 pm
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