• July 20, 2021, 8:44 a.m.
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How to hold oneself,
keeping it together,
when before you they shiver?

You could be the living legend
who brings them excitement
or you could be the nightmare
their past, present, or future trials to bear.

Either way,
they’re still shaking like the leaves
blown by the mysterious breeze.

You could be anything
which puts them in intoxication.
No cure, no rhyme, no reason.
They’re simply enchanted by your existence.


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