Undone Undone in my beginning, entropy’s pawn am I, a work of fiction unfolding with each passing decay; unwritten in my fullness, becoming means my end, from whence I came whither I go, never to be again. Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
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