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Certain

I talk more of passion

Than falling petals

But my worth is not

A dull shield scarred

With duty

My fearlessness

The call to adventure

That I endure

And not blankly turn

The other cheek

But pierce

Ravish

Pinch and bind

Until I break through

Into your love

And it spills

Burns

Dances

And I remain

Let every day

Be a test 

Or a celebration

And when you tire

Rest 

Gather your

Passion

For the dance to come

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