Poetic Prophecies

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You will win one day.

You will lose one day.

Time is irrelevant.

Beauty is in the "EYE" of the Beholder.

Space is measurement.

Stars shine & aromas linger.

We All have a middle finger.

Death will come.

But.

Until, then INJOY.

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