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We choose our battles with the intent of a legacy.
With the intent of a victory, I walked calmly down the isle.
The breathless chant offered by family, friends and strangers
filled the columns.
I inhaled their thoughts and envies …
… They are now more apart of me then they know.
I look to the ceiling for divine guidance, but I only see the patters of a pane window and discolored wallpaper.
The nervous shutter over my skin feels like spiders. They hatched from their cocoon; I could only bind them for so long.
We walks as one entity, breathe as one. We are separate from the earth, the same as our cells are separate from us.
We are apart of our earth, the same as our cells are apart of us.
I am apart of you.
We meet eye to eye in front of the stage;
we breath together
… and then disappear;


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