Fate

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Everyone dances;

everyone hums.

We all must move

to the beat of the drums.

We try to fight

our given fate,

but we don't realize

until it's too late.

Fate already expects

each of our moves.

Turn left, turn right;

go ahead and choose.

We play right

into her claws

and then lament,

that we never saw.

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