fingers crossed for oblivion.
I am a one.
You forgot to carry.
Left behind
To sit and to worry
A one that could
Not be lifted
Fixed and tied
Unable to be shifted
Waited half in guilt
Half for real matters
To become as disturbed
By ones soul in tatters
The fringe of now
Flails and undulates
Preforming time
as it goes and demonstrates
Actuality in causality
Can only be the truth
For the outer reality
A one is sharing
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