at my foothill of persona
and of our pixelated dynasty
begins an Everest journey
of a stalemate
of hopes
and expectations
of intimacy
and socialization
4 years in expectation
4 years in perilled ranges
through cold and lonely
through barren unseen valley
through 1251 miles
close enough to see the Northern lights
never tall enough to hold them
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
at my foothill of persona
and of our pixelated dynasty
begins an Everest journey
of a stalemate
of hopes
and expectations
of intimacy
and socialization
4 years in expectation
4 years in perilled ranges
through cold and lonely
through barren unseen valley
through 1251 miles
close enough to see the Northern lights
never tall enough to hold them
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