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Question: How many chances do we get in life!?
“I’ve long ago abandoned seduction!. I need very little!.”
His eyes disappeared as he spoke!.
“Everything is final!. All that you do, all that you think!.”

I thought, and began!.
“Perhaps that is why we have forgiveness, eh!? A way of taking it back, so to speak!. A way to smother the past!.”

“There is no forgiveness!. Not now, not ever!. There never was!. I am all there is!. Why else would I show myself to you!?”

I felt the gloat of victory dancing behind my eyes!. I could hear the distant whistle of tired branches and the ground was steady and cold under my feet!. I took a breath and spread my arms wide, towards the hill!.
“Here I am!. You have none of me!. You have only the patch of dirt at your feet, and that is fleeting!. Again; I am here!. I am here!.”

His skin moved with the sudden breeze, his bones shifting all at once!.
A fawn looked on from the distance, grazing the last of summer’s green!.

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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Victorious, this soul speaks, with arms spread wide! "I am here, I am here!"
To scoff at the one whose eyes disappeared, who owned only the patch of dirt at his feet!.!.!.!.such power in the voice of this poem!

You SHOWED in this piece, not told!.!.!.so much still to learn from you!.

If you indeed have this power, send some my way today!

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we have a lot of chances!. just like the fawn!. the fawn takes a chance in summer and winter!. there is an inner voice that helps us to be who we are!. every chance that is taken, is a chance to grow in knowledge and in pain!. we are all here like the dirt, molded in shapes that humans createWww@QuestionHome@Com

You get as many chances as you want sometimes!.
I heard his bones shifting and they seemed to make a dense sound!.

This really made me think as i had to re-read it about three times!.I think it is a victory!.For forgiveness will set you free!.
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It's a pleasure to read the stuff you write because of your command of the English language!. You never baffle people with bull shiiit "flowery" words dug from the depths of a Thesaurus!. An arm is an arm, a bone's a bone!. What a relief!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

Forgiveness!. Peace!. Freedom!. Joy!.

My new favorite!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Forgiveness as an eraser!? Interesting concept!. As always, awesome write!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Acceptance is my savior!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Spoken with conviction!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

!.!.!.and the cold gaze
of winter is coming
a whisper of dead songs
"forgiveness!?" she asks!.!.!.

!.!.!."not in the cold of the night"

she says!.!.!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

She who had been he, laughed clearly, mirthlessly, the sound carrying on the winds as they danced!.

"You are abandoned, all you have is the past!." Her voice lowered, "Your future is me, what future you have that is!."

"I deny you," I cried!.

The roar of the winds engulfed me as leaves and bits of twigs pelted my face, forcing me to cover my eyes with my hands lest I be blinded!.

"Deny this! YOU belong to ME!"

The sudden silence was truly deafening!. The truth became clear!. If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there!.!. it makes no sound at all, not even a whimper!.Www@QuestionHome@Com