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Sep 2015
Then I sensed it
Rushing forward like a flood
A tidal wave of recognition
And I suddenly understood what you were talking about
We are doomed arent we?
And
No matter...
How sweet the victory tastes right now

It will all end in failure
How can I sit back and enjoy these moments?
How can I resist its tempting taste?
Copyright 2015 Monica Figueroa
Monica Figueroa
Written by
Monica Figueroa  United States
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