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Nailed To My Doom
Fate's ways may be kind or wicked
They say Kismet was always erratic
Life's boons may dangle before you
Getting them is far from automatic
The day we met was a normal affair
Until you materialised in the room
That cryptic blur was elemental
Your soul nailed me to my doom
Nailed to my doom I linger on
I've never quite shaken you off
I've prayed often for you ...
Saturday 5th September 2020 10:53 am
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