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Fine

A panacea,

the band aid word I

slap on conflict

 

A solve it all

 

Acronym for nothing and

Diffuser of

All scenarios.

 

the  more politely phrased version of

The mafia's cry.

 

But no matter how you slant the saying,

It's still salient- and a parched, bleached lie.

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Written by
f-white
American
Published
Oct 28, 2015
Lines·Words
11·47
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Copyright fhw, 2015

Tags
#depression#life#future#frustration#fate#struggles#coping#job#choices#obstacles
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