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Jan 2020
We rush,
towards our beliefs
like F
           À
               L
                   L
                       I
                          N
                              G    ­     snowflakes.
That S
          I
         N
         K    with our expectations,

We wish,
in hopeless desperation.

Surprised,
when it   m  e l t  s     in our palms.
Kage
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Kage
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