The odds are low:
i'm done, you go.
The timing up
and no control.
No words, no further flow;
we're both fed up,
we both go on.
No other means,
no way to stop
this other way -
no thanx
my fire go home.
No thanx
my late mr.crave
my little animal
insane.
The odds are low.
I'd rather give
the world for play...
another time,
another day.
a.g.
the odds are low
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