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Aug 22
We are here.
Time is not something that drags us together,
Rather our station, our mold created by society.
In this space here, you are not with me but apart.
We are a part.
Our honor is a natural thing, spread through time.
Our calling is to nurture and cultivate.
We shall meet up again when the need is near.
This is the start.
Written by
Nial Champ  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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