This is fore
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This() is for :: the fallen -
And those still falling.
Oughts as 'all in:'
"all in" - then bothered, we.
Yes as yet this
Tender
sky stays calling:
Beckon me,
Embroider - these: On
Every single
thing.
Make your mark.
Serrated start,
Stake your heart,
Play a role worth playing
But stray far from staying
State your obligations,
But know this:
That you're not naked, making
Excuses amongst the stars.
This is fore:
Told admonished, still come
Crawling.
Back
And forth for folly, friends, and woes.
Collect your dreams
Remember needs,
As they dash themselves
amongst the shores
Of embryonic hopes.
Faith will see.
Sense will tease.
Yet there's still something
Worth bleeding out - fore :
Against the unknown,
Amongst all of these things.
We may back down
But with no way out
We drum the sound
Which is wayward
That we shall go.
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