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Jun 2021
What does my future hold
before my heart flat-lines
Will I curse each day as I get old
or celebrate with wines ?

Is it written somewhere in the stars
or inside a ******* tip
Will my heart be feeling all the scars
or joy with every sip ?

But perhaps it's best that I don't know
so before I go to sleep
pour a glass, sit back and enjoy the show
until my heart goes beep
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
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