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what is it of man and his hope for immortality
by tempting fate or breaking rigid laws
in the vain hope that his actions will depict
here is the immortal,
so like pen on paper is it
a faux prophecy of dereliction
for I want like all others
hoping to be individual in it
but yet I loathe the surrender
the self to the many emotion
this reality to the fiction
to be a contradiction in truth.
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