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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
what the hell.

Submitted: January 21, 2016

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Is midnite, midday, midmorning, midwhatever

It doesn't matter, could be midevening

I rolled the dice and whatever brings

Not that I don't care, just a passing road sign

Unique is the space, the universe, the infinite

Ground is, Earth lives

Not that I don't mind, is the others, methink

Volatile? When isn't, a matter of trust, no, you can't do it

You can't have it, yes, could be the others, they thought.

 


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