before we were born the dice were rolled
perpetual insanity, developmental disorder .  . relative normalcy
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o
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s
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the ****** of life or the balm of scented roses
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the balm of the scented garden evaporates
the garden roars into flame
consumed beyond belief
all
we  look
for
is a
way
out
of
the pain ! ?
death knocks it's hand on our head
life opens and closes the door
what we glimpsed gives heartache
too bad the bottom has no floor !