Ran vagary over and over.

As if,

smitten by a nemesis of a four-leaf clover.

There is no supremacy here, there or…anywhere.

We all are diminished by the same bed of rock.

No matter the choice.

No matter the manner in which we leave a bruised impression.

Each to their own.

Put to rest by the same hand.

Only our vanity chooses…

Woman or man.

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