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By Julieta Lozano-Ramsay


Taking it for granted, the oldest tale

Tragedy makes the hermit set sail

Tragedy reassigns value

Tragedy makes the obedient wail

Tragedy is the secret that found you

Tragedy is not the coffin, but the nail

The villain profits and the fool fights it

Tragedy doesn’t create imbalance, it highlights it

As you fall make sure to tip the scale

Taking it for granted, an overgrown trail


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