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Mar 2016
Desire is a spiraling staircase in a lighthouse

You want to get to the top
You want to hold the light
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Or do you need to hold the light?
Want, need, they are the same thing here

It's miles to climb
But when you reach the top
Lungs and legs burning
Head dizzy with the circles

You will be crowned, triumphant
E A Bookish
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E A Bookish  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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   mikecccc
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