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Nov 2020
living in the arctic
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away from civilization
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it makes one immune to the cold
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what is cold to a warm hand
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that gives life to those too numb to stand?
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it is just my environment
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disarmed by peaceful defiance
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there’s no explanation for it
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or for me
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you may write your story with thought
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you may steal the glory and not get caught
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i’ll be here into my work
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God’s wisdom
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there's so many names and metaphors for it
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oh how the mind is a craftsman
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a carpenter.
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this work is my cabinet 
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to build within the cold
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helping those who wish
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who desire to know
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listening to a cold soul
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I offer the null, (the now)
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i offer the null (the now).
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blizzards cannot be felt by the heart’s inferno
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melt snow
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melt it slow
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with love that’s eternal
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a fire core
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with two pillars
of strong wind
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when they find me complete
I feel defeated
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because that type of thinking is cheating
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thinking too ahead
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thinking you’re done with it all
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thinking you're done with knowing everything about me
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victory is when you make someone else feel great
on their own
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shhh.....let it be their own idea
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in secret
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without substances
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without your help
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by watching them complete themselves
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Away from sugar
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Away from contemplation
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Away from justification
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And let them get high off who they are!
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ever met yourself sober?
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and drunk off your own ambition?
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As it gets better when you're older
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Giving up a fix is like starting a business
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because the customer service
may give off a cold ominous feeling
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yet
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you’re humbled.
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disarming walls with no reason
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as if you’re alone with GOD
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and
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  feeling abundant with nothing
or no one there JUST GOD

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you may only feel the air
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but there's still something to share
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in the cold there’s no despair
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it’s our endurance
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our adaptability
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that doesn’t compare
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Feel The Atmosphere
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surprising yourself
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realizing yourself
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You are here
.
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  you were there.
Ahchosi Grandiose
Written by
Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
(77/F/New York)   
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