Living Together

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Adorn the days were the dimly lit,
Timing the clashes and christening in my steady.
Tread fast and toe-tripping toward transcendence,
The stutters were the bumps of the uneven.
Even I were of the unorganized,
Scrambling and smashing my elbow-level juggles,
Though I still made it to my handshake with the day,
And my dance with the pacing lights.





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