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Futility
Tears of trepidation along
the tracks of expectation,
because a presentiment said
it can't possibly work, this
attempt at a paradigm shift
out of moroseness into the dream
of hope's wiles, for the future
treasures your trials, and
plans to set them free just when
you've told despondency to flee!
Tuesday 19th April 2022 1:25 am
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