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They say I suffer from big ideas

Careless whispers of the mind

Breathless kissers intertwined

As though nothing else matters.

Infect the world around me.

I carry coded destiny.

We are all meant to encounter

A moment, an hour, to step into that power

Of holding with tenacity

Challenged capacity

That rhapsody within

Too bold to box in.


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