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I feel Fate

I feel Fate's hands on my shoulders
steering me, turning my body.
He whispers in my ear, this is where you're going

Eventually, when the color of my eyes and hair fade,
fate will no longer hold my shoulders
But instead wrap soft fingers around a leathery throat





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