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Fall

I get the impulse

To break

To fall to pieces

But no one will pick up

The rubble

And reassemble me

So I hold

Remain

Endure until such time as

The taste of destruction fades

And peace returns

Like a sunrise after an insomniacs

Reverie

Stronger for it and

Kinder to those who bear the marks

Of staring into the storm

And letting the best things

Come to pass

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