watching
doubting
wheeling
shining and
pondering
before it stops
at some final
crowing point
any thought
utters a dice throw.
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and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
i should have been a pair of ragged claws.
i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
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