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Jul 2018
Tired now
but not yet to the bone.
Rise now,
Together or alone

The world burns
I steel the strength to wet it
Hope yet
Take a broken bone and set it.

Let your tears
water fallow soil.
Years are nothing
to a moment's toil

Rise now,
to the palace of your mind.
Pick up your soul
Divine in the climb.

I don't know yet
Quite what to do.
But I say one more hour
To see good win through.
Wash back your fears, for a moment's toil. You can do it, brave soul.
mt
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