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If I am kindling, you must be the spark... Much alive in the darkest dark, lifting all shadows with finesse and flair.      If I am flame,      you must be the air and wind...      Unfettered and free...      Cradling my infancy.      Only to nurture and inspire,      to groom flame to fire. If I am faltering... And almost extinguished, you must be the hand... Bearing the confidence and belief... Awaiting the moment most opportune, to align yourself in rhythm and tune. So we could... Continue to burst forth into light. So we could... Resume our journey forth with might.      Let us be our own deterrent      from the darkness      that comes with morrow's set.      Hand in hand, we must...      Because together...           And only together,    we're...                         incandescent.
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Incandescent
If I am kindling, you must be the spark... Much alive in the darkest dark, lifting all shadows with finesse and flair.      If I am flame,      you must be the air and wind...      Unfettered and free...      Cradling my infancy.      Only to nurture and inspire,      to groom flame to fire. If I am faltering... And almost extinguished, you must be the hand... Bearing the confidence and belief... Awaiting the moment most opportune, to align yourself in rhythm and tune. So we could... Continue to burst forth into light. So we could... Resume our journey forth with might.      Let us be our own deterrent      from the darkness      that comes with morrow's set.      Hand in hand, we must...      Because together...           And only together,    we're...                         incandescent.
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
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