Our Hour
It is ...
but one life
we must conquer
pain of truth
hidden
masking our souls
bleeding out
in one last gasp
to breathe
it is here ...
we must bask
in love
looming in depths
of our soul
our desperate need
to succeed
whether we are
or we aren't
at our best
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