To hell with the faint of heart,
And cruel mind of tongue...!
Cower not.
Stand right up.
Confidence of the am and who...
Shine right through.
Up and leave,
Whim or planned.
Compass heart.
Roots,
Ink depth deep.
Spin round...
For the here and now.
Let fall,
past previous mars...
For this...
Is the who of are.
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