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i’ve roamed the depths and widths —
no dream without a test;
devoid below my panting feet…
unease within my chest.
how ancillary wings
upon my chassis latch
to fuel me ‘cross the mashing maze
with mere a drip in flask.
what builds to grasp the heights,
dismantles talk of luck;
unbolted vision lathed by faith
returns unswerving pluck.
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Scrabble addict, enthusiastic tea drinker, perfume bottle collector, Prince music lover, poesy paronomasia-ist, happy mom.
what builds to grasp the heights,
dismantles talk of luck;
unbolted vision lathed by faith
returns unswerving pluck.
Accurate and beautiful as always, thank you very much for writing it Tonja.
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