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Going By

Sadness does not mean need
Missing does not mean want
Because what it entails
Is simply an experience lost or gone.

Accompanied by an imagination of none
That can be found in future
Yet who am I to conclude
Who am I to judge?

The dance of the One
Who plays its puppets to its whims and fancies.

Each beholding a faithful servant
As Masters of each own
Deciding which ‘version states’ to participate
Therein lies the choice.

One period may be roast beef
Another, possibly chicken stew
Perhaps, what comes next
Simply a vegetarian dish
That many long for but can never obtain.

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