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By, Wendiann Alfieri

Though there always is better; there always is worse

This is a blessing

This is a curse

Take it, leave it

Travel for days

Are you leaving the womb?

Are you meeting the grave?

Whether outcomes reach incomes

We haven't a choice

In who stays

In whom plays

In who has a heard voice

In death lies a birth

Somewhere in between is our worth

Theories in circles approached from sadness or mirth:

“Because a last breath can’t be if there wasn’t a first”

Though there always is better

There always is worse

This is life's blessing.

This is life’s curse


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