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This is it.

If I could start over

it wouldn’t

make a difference.

This is it.

This is how

it was always

meant to be.

Like Greek Mythology,

three sisters

have spun, measured, and cut

my fate.

I no longer hum

those daytime dirges,

but in sleep hear brilliant concerto’s

covered by the night.

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