Triolet

This is the place where I fell,

I’m remembering the origin of the history,

Fickle the scope of measure for measure.

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This is the place where accidents happen,

Residue of the utmost obscure-

Not smart to move on.

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This is the place where I was hurt,

I’m embarking the footprints left behind,

No more interests to step on.

 

 

 

 

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