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Things fall apart
where rivals play-act a war
and we all give the given talk
where they know things
from the king’s own mouth
I trust an atheistic drunk
to account for hope
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Digte om emnet “rival” på Poets.by.
Hopelessly Inlove
I forgot that I'm not the only one
Who's trying to win your wild precious heart.
I forgot that I'm not the only one
Whose heart's being pricked by a thousand darts.