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Nov 2019
Greats and geniuses are not angels among men,
but men among angels.

While, them – firmly grounded to the floor
We – an ephemeral, peripheral bunch–

Our dreams of grandeur, like us, drift in the air, aloof.
But they, they do not dream, they are, they do.
NP
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NP  20/M/NYC
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