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Apr 2021
lover of wisdom
tell me why i am

the questions burning in you
were preeminently mine

i want to ask
with answers eluding
how my atoms decide to form
fluid, and yet, unrelentingly stillΒ 

if i was meant to
or simply incidentally,
precisely where i amΒ 

decisions fabricated or
perhaps options abundant
as i dwell in my head
not a prognosis
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not a prognosis  27/F
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     ap, ---, Joseph Rice, Ledge and Imran Islam
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