once again; no prophecies,
only tough choices.
Tag: haiku
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Writing my own fate
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My Spotify Wrapped
should bear a bold disclaimer,
“One year of troubles.” -
Guts but no glory;
guess my blood is “really red”
and moves too slowly. -
You haven’t seen me
in some time, and so I’m scared
you’ll see through me now. -
I haven’t told you
which secrets might ruin me–
but you do know them.