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A terzanelle on the subject of the moment (Free verse) by Adriaan This is how we fall:
Not with a bang;
with a run into a wall.
This is how we hang:
not together,
not with a bang.
Death is forever.
We die alone,
not together.
We try to atone,
we watch the news.
We die alone.
We express our views.
No matter how we try,
we watch the news.
This is how we die,
no matter how we try.
This is how we fall:
with a run into a wall
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