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Jul 2020
You strive to create. 

You don't accept failure as an option. 

I hold your toolbox as you build your empire.

I hand you one tool

and the next

and the next.

As I peer over your broad shoulder and gaze over the blueprints

Your throne stands alone.

I see your vision lacks a throne to your side

and I start to question

what your empire would be without your toolbox at reach.
Written by
Gabriela Socarras
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