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The Advice (Free verse) by T. Becquerel
I?ll never forget the morning
The mirror unleashed this advice upon me:
?The mist of love has shone upon you,
?Now, with your arms heralding the
power of the Universe,
?You stand, without remorse,
?Your skin burned by
the eyes of anticipation,
?The army of rejection by your side,
?The
impossible odds,
?Which only you have broken,
?Stand forth in retreat.
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Now, to wield the power given,
?Walk hither and halt the Earth.
?Drive
time unto loops.
?Strong in your way
?Is the adversity, this mist,
?The
improbable animal
?That must not live,
?But lives always,
?And in the
end it is her.
?And not her,
?For she lives in your thoughts.
?By your
own mind,
?She will kill you.?
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