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Jun 08, 2015 01:05

Damage all the things you know to see them whole again.
Break a leg on the walk of shame to gain the luck that washed away.
breathing new life into a dead corpse.
Breathing new visions into the blind.
Just throwaway words this time.
A call to arms.
A farewell to furor.
If only we could all breathe a sigh of relief.
The best is yet to come.

poetry

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