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History’s Repetition by L. M. Montes

Somewhere behind the curtain of time,
exists life’s lessons taught and missed,
with sauntered steps I must persist,
toward future tense and paradigm.

Thus forward moving events repeat,
’round and round the cycle goes,
trudging onward people doze,
doom ever looming oh so sweet.



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