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We begin again
But what of that which is built
Is it stripped or stored?
The starlight glistens
Such a circuitous path
Feels all in my head
Everything has changed
Of this much I am certain
Still butterflies flit
A treacherous slope
But I think we can agree
Safe ones lack flavor (Safer ones lack spark)
In this state of grace
'Twixt path's end and paradise
I pray that I'm right
Message in bottle
A treasure both kept and tossed
Both added and fresh
With these two numbers
I heave my simple reply
Into the ocean
Hand untaxed by pen
Heart on incredible things
"Yes." Most simply put
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