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  06.02.12
16.45



sails


Unleash that hand
exhale that bold breath
held true and firm
adjust that longing touch

a slacking sail regards
in need of wind
let’s strain that reach
let’s climb aloft

So you might stumble
fall down and crumble
stripped of pride in chips
splinters and shards

Just follow through
make that touch hold fast
in your own way pursue
until life is surpassed




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