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Mar 2020
Em
Empathy,
it washes away as dusk fades.
Like a tidal wave,
only the moon has say.
You see my cards
all spread across
and yet expected
a different outcome.
My 'tricks' were known.

You're not my savior.
Predictive behavior,
foolish to think
anything more.
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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