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No special intro this time, just something that was spur of the moment and thought turned out fairly well.
When the light in your eyes starts to fade,
and the source grows ever distant,
when the green in the grass becomes a pale gray,
and the blue sky goes black,
when the hole in your heart widens,
and won’t stop growing,
remember to move.
Get up, and move.
Throw your hands around like gravity doesn’t exist,
jump like you know you can touch the sun,
and bask in the glory you know you will have someday.
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