Poetry

Consequence

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Oh to have dreamt of death

Or freedom

In this world’s surround…

And then contemplated tools

Or in and out

Nothing formidable was found…

Yet still the thoughts

Or thrills

Reflecting only what was done…

And while tortuous

Or deserving

Lest the consequence not be fun.

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