Longshot
distance calling from afar

but it was a longshot
thus an achievement

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There was a choice,
between grapes or gold
but he choose the grapes
cos they had seeds in it and

somehow
decision whispered softly under
the weight of your palms or the
laughter of your metal

Because I had potential
to the furthest of my
hearing range;
I had to exploit it

It was like...

Ambition toned by light's servile flatters in
disregard yielding to contempt of
origin, progress; you

laugh and (stumbled over)
muses radiating as like a corona you
pulled the trigger

on the already dead

ceasing dissolution;

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a/n Subject to editing. thx D