Random Thoughts
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Indexed

Risk Averse

They start again
and play another game
after the dust (that's us)
settles down again

After this, one
one of them
one of them
always wins

They always
play again.

We are dust
Our lives are ashes
From amidst the chaos
Our lives are wrought

Nothing is permanent
But death and taxes
Love is fleeting
And can't be bought

1/5/26

Obstructed View: Winter Wood (for Anna)

Demo - 1/1/26

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© Huw Powell
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