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Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Rise high


Dank my spirits

I refuse to let anything

Enabler of my destiny

In my step I will add a spring



Cinching contentment

Is an oxymoron

As I see it in print

I feel the derision



There’s a new dawn

I embrace in awe

As I move forward

I leave behind the hurrahs

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