The End Game
The clock nears its final strike,
Dominoes collapse and converge
the grand finale is awaited
Expectations fill the hall
Anticipation, tension and all.
Does it end well?
Does it ever end well?
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2020-11-18 at 13:42
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