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...of unfinished monuments and odes that refuse to be birthed as words

they show a glimpse �
brimming dams of light
ready to burst through �
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and so you go ahead �
and reach for them �
wasting precious moments �
�
gravity �
sucks it all out �
before your toe �
has left the ground �
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why is it that fate �
loves playing �
with innocence? �
�
she once said to me �
that those unfinished works �
are but �
true a r t �
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i may never know �
but those yet to be born �
do call out �
restless and ill at ease �
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sometimes �
i turn my back �
and sometimes �
i fail... �
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