SWALK

I don’t believe in fate
and yet my fate is sealed.
Before I knew myself
you sealed it with a kiss.
I fought my self and yours,
but open wounds re-healed
until the flames of pain
extinguished with a hiss.

Alas, secure fate
went quickly off the rail:
you sealed it with a kiss
and dropped it in the mail.


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