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May 2015
Those who judge
My man's maybes
Know nothing
Of the light he shines
On my soul
As he orbits around me -
They know nothing
Of the detonation,
My coronation,
Our journey,
Our elation.

His certainty
Is us
That part of the job
Is done
Still we move on -
Final destination
*To come
biche
Written by
biche  56/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(56/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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