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January 28, 2016
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Cliff of hope

My heart pumps but I am not always alive
Art fuels my fire
At night I often hear the echo in the chambers
Going thru the motions
Looking for the flames
I wanna race
Optimism and hope are cliffs I have crashed off of
Wondering if there is some rock I have yet to overturn
Or will these rocks eventually become another cliff

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