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"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," But people never speak of The part that says, "Nothing ventured, nothing lost," Which is much more important; A sentiment, a shield. Distant, detached, disengaged; Accoutrement to cope. In nature, fugacious. Human condition, fleeting; Faith fades like liquor, Or the last in the carton. Pen put to pages; All words have their place. Time now has come, To leave and move forward. One last drag, Before I go.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Before I Go
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," But people never speak of The part that says, "Nothing ventured, nothing lost," Which is much more important; A sentiment, a shield. Distant, detached, disengaged; Accoutrement to cope. In nature, fugacious. Human condition, fleeting; Faith fades like liquor, Or the last in the carton. Pen put to pages; All words have their place. Time now has come, To leave and move forward. One last drag, Before I go.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
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