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Nov 2017
Late at night in the quiet,
when we relax the stranglehold
over our minds,
that's when our imaginations
can finally run wild
as stallions on the unending beach
of our limitless cosmos.
During these moments,
it's common to feel anxiety,
but once we scale over that wall
we are then free
to be the heroes
of our dreams.
Ron Gavalik
Written by
Ron Gavalik  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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