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Jun 2018
I am you,
you are me.
With this now
who are we?
A friend,
a foe,
I do believe.
My heart is open
to what you see.

Somewhere now
we fight with fists.
Somewhere else
we kiss with lips.
I stretch the truth
for me to hear.
I hope it snaps.
I need not fear.

In this world,
this world of mine,
don't blink,
don't think.
and you'll be fine.
Someday soon
we'll dust our knees.
For on that day
we'll need not
please.
I tell you now,
can't wait to meet.
I promise soon
I'll reject defeat.
Sylvester Hopkins
Written by
Sylvester Hopkins  23/M/Albany
(23/M/Albany)   
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