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Life <3
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Spring 2013
I will die and all will go on.
What's been the point
When I can't recall the consequential events
Of any wrong decisions I've made?
When I become a raisin,
Dried up in the sun
With grapes gathered 'round
Wrathing for inheritance,
Will I get an answer then?
Is darkness, infinite, truly a viable return?
