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This here is for you.
And for you, and for you, and for yOU!
To time, the fleeting ever-lasting passage we move through
in an environment upon which we pretend to exert our control.
This is to the touches I have felt when the road was too dark
and I needed your hand to guide me through the labyrinth,
the soaring moments frozen in my mind for me to yearn for
when the glint of the sun yanks me right back into your arms.
This is to the tears I enthused, and the tears I shed alone,
to growing (not uP) through jellyfish, quicksand and elation,
not always induced by the pure breath we breathe outside.
This is etched onto my skin, written on the pages of which are left a few,
as I am drawn into the green mist which the waves prevail upon,
into the dream turned to reality, in the way deemed right by the universe.