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This came to me tonight in the very small minutes of the day. Take it as you will, I'm not explaining why it came to me.

the twists of fate that women weave upon the hearts of men, to live or die we do not know for we are merely puppets in their games. Though these puppets may not know the course they take, they feel the pain just the same. To go on ever forward not knowing where to go