Midnight 333
Year nearly complete
Big Apple in the rear view
I'm a trusting fool
Like a cannonball
Words hit like a ton of bricks
But which will persist?
My only weapons
So I do my best to craft
Pray for miracle
That this even split
Will result in nothing more
Than a choice granted
Even if a man
Perishes in the balance
I'd count it as gain
For I could not bear
To take anything from Love
It must be given
And if it is not
Let my final words be love
Set free as a bird
It's my solemn wish
That a blessing may (yet) bloom (from)
This null perspective
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