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Nov 7
As if our stars were crossed
Our fate was left in the cruel hands of the gods
Slowly compiling us into madness.

For as the gods stand,
We are the ones they look down upon.
For that is why we change the course of history

To feel alive.
Something the gods will never feel
Written by
Claire Kowal  15/Rochester, NY
(15/Rochester, NY)   
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