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Apr 2019
Carried away, in the moment
the moment of choice.
In slightest, ignoring the voice
A decision of judgement.

For the wrong step taken
swirled round and round.
For the right path to be found
As things around are broken.

Going back is hard
But I'm desperate
For making things temparate
Desperate enough, that I may bombard.
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