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A year that feels like ten.

A never ending road of broken glass.

With shredded feet and calloused progress,

We march on.
Cry me a river
O'er, rapids coming forth
setting my soul FREE.
In our natural life
there is always a calm
after the storm
a deafening silence
defining the way forward
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In total,
I think I know nothing
                           Of you.
In part,
I think I know all
                  Of you.
Together,
I think is where I’ll start
                          With you.
If eyes were oceans,
I would not swim in yours.
To do so would starve me of reality.

Time would be no more—

Dreams would be

All I see.

— The End —