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Jun 2014
When my ****** hands reached the top,
My palms without lines to read,
And my fingertips stripped of identity,
My fragile lungs violently exhaled,
My honest eyes disappointed me,
I had not reached the zenith,
For this was merely the end of the beginning.
Julie Artemov
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