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May 2015
Atop this mount
At the precipice of great change
It's strange
I look out
While I should be looking in
I'm in admiration of the view
There's nothing to hold onto
My body aching from the climb
I think of other times
Before the beauty, before the pain
My life was more simple and yet more plain
But alone here now I stand
Forever, I know, a changed man
Kyle Howard
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Kyle Howard
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