«how can I win if its not a game?»
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We acquire a sense of perfecrion
As our epoch plays out.
Some poeple pull through ,
And some resort to abdication.
Yet we have those who outlast,
They do not dwell on the past,
And only emend when necessary.
They are the vanquishers.
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The Poems Of The Broken
PoetryWritten by broken people for broken people [#2nd place winner of the token awards] [#2nd place winner of the thortonspoetry awards] -participating in : Vibrant awards Strange awards-
