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'Predictability' By Christian PK Reeve

Today is a tragedy I do not wish to share

Something I cannot bear

Sometimes I reach out to stop myself from drowning

Hoping a hand might reach out and pull me out

But it never does

And so I pull myself out, like I always have

Glancing at the empty space beside me, and laughing at its predictability


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