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Grief is a stone,
Buried in your most inner core,
Grief is an ember,
From a flame of many years of love,
Grief is the unshakeable pillar,
That gives me certainty,
Of my humanity.
I call failure breakfast,
And wait for the delight,
In my stumbles,
Glory is technicolor,
A glowing spectrum of all things,
In the bitter taste of loss.
The light fantastic,
Sharp and affirming.
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