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Jan 2016
I climb this mountain
everyday.
The distance
between a new day and
a night left behind
can be steep.
There is no map of
today. But when night
comes back around.
I will survey all
in a backward glance
and memory will play
her part. And I will see
just how far I climbed.
Written by
nivek
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