Time has woven
courage on my skin
I won't let it shed myself
'cause I once said "It'll never be perfect"
and now I have to make it work.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
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Time has woven
courage on my skin
I won't let it shed myself
'cause I once said "It'll never be perfect"
and now I have to make it work.