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i awoke to stillness
around me sat solemn souls
regurgitating the past

without words, they beckoned
“come. sit. sigh with us,
for tomorrow will never come”

there’s no denying that hope failed them
but i’ve got a reason to crawl beyond here
eyes fixated on what lies ahead

come what may, i will not sit & sulk
i will beat to my own drum
and dance as i crawl

little does it matter, how long
what hear i, a victory song?
the journey’s just begun

this. is. not. a. poem

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