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Jul 2011
Until now
I had felt a sense
Of alone
Free roam
Taking over me.
Now,
I see,
Differently.
I am not one.
Rather many
And this single entity
Is plenty.
I am love.
For all my errors made
I am my own undoing
My own repair.
For every solo step taken
I dance for all.
For every crouched and howling boy,
Small,
I am tall,
An echo,
Resounding.
There is strength here
In this solidarity.
We, love, are one.
Together as we are alone.
Written by
Jacqe Booth
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