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Feb 2015
Sit with me,
on the beach that harbors the ocean of our success.
Listen,
hear how the waves quiet themselves
sacrificing all they are to take in their own
beauty.
Feel now,
how all our surroundings come to a stand still
bending to the will of our
brilliance.
We have done this together,
we took control of the sky,
and stopped the clouds of their cry,
and moved them away just to check
if the sun was still there.
It was, it is,
but if we were hit by the fact that it was gone
we would not concede,
we would mold what we have
into what we need.
We will not bend under the pressure they put on us,
we will use it to refine ourselves into
the diamonds we always were.
ESR
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