Triolet: "Inevitably Lost"

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I simply surrender to the inevitable

It delicately wraps around my soul

It keeps the secrets I cannot know

I surrender them to the inevitable

As I fall unsheltered like heavy snow

And sing soft rhymes of lost control

Surrendering to the inevitable

Accepting its arms around my soul

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