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The fall after the climb,

it’s all mastered in rhyme,

I stall, plastered, confined,

the call after’s designed,

stand tall, cast for a rise,

it’s all drafted in eyes,

this whole Magic’s comprised

as my soul’s havoc inside

is stole from its divide,

I won’t run from it or hide

because I’ll master my rise.

d.

Mar 29
at
5:21 PM
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