Fate In Sequence

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Space
sings
for me
when I lose
my voice — but the air
suffocates the song in my lungs.

Shame
pays
my dues
when I can’t
push through — but I’m still
stuck, with a negative balance.

Fate
leaves
more room
for lost guests
like me — but a house
built on shifting stars cannot stand.