The Deed
Lofty hours shining in the strife of little refrained hiccups pulling from inside to cry for another moment in true feeling pleasure open to new and becoming circumstances of life
I am here, and I am living in the bombardment waiting for gravity to bring a peace from collisions with momentum in harmony of benevolent dreams
I am here, with you and with this deed, as others collide to extinguish or ignite, we can only say to be, as I will, regardless of the ends of you without me
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