We are here within this fight for stimulated truth.
Vow to place me above all else. Internally too, he writes. Yet, he does not write for himself or even struggle for air like I might. Indeed, I am compelled to know this visionary, this martyr in the midst. He cannot deny, even to me, that my impression in the sand exists.
In age, we find our lives duplicated
In young, our hearts bare for the world
In love, the face of fragility matters
Let us wilt before the greatness we strive, but yet to understand.
Meet me tomorrow,
Meet me today,
Meet me in a yesterday.
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