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The Inspiration

Thought of her is gallivanting on the boulevards of my brain like a wild river in spring roused by the pouring rain. Thought of her makes me alive everytime my soul wants to surrender. She's the reason I survive the wild storm and raucous thunder. For even if this mind does not care whether this wretched body will live or die, thought of her makes me aware, and what makes me want to try. Source Of Our Awareness Poetry Contest Sponsored By: Unseeking Seeker

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