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A queue
A QUEUE
I’m standing on a queue
Like everyone around me,
Waiting for end;
As it
Moves.
Strangers at first, but now;
Bound by the line
Waiting for end;
Slowly it
Moved.
Fate, universe, free will & choices;
All those fancy words,
Now together to
Finish line
(we) go.
Reason, meanings,duty and focus;
Changed my own world,
As I chang...
Thursday 16th January 2025 1:55 pm
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