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wrong place / right time [poem]

I live a life of sharp edged secrets
knowing their exposure is inevitable
and so is the fallout
I don’t weave them into being but rather
find myself tangled in their knots by virtue
of being in the wrong place at the right time

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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