The Post and Destiny
¶ 1
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I stand in my destiny,
between jubilation and disaster.
The appocalypse approaches,
my heart beats ever faster.
¶ 2
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My hands itch in anticipation.
she takes a shot with a question to answer.
Success the vocation,
of a skillful dancer.
¶ 3
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It cannot be allowed,
though their movement is refined,
the ball’s in my hands,
the horror has declined.
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