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apprehension-
child of
excitement
realized
Sized up, shipped out
restraining shout
tears and laughter
in doubt
standing stout
against winds,
trials and tales
yet written
smitten by love
bitten by the wolf
of destiny sure
given the cure
to become pure
by the waters that
wash the horizon
Tension will come
and some will
suffer, days tougher
and nights
pierced by
the sickle of
sunlight
dispense truth
to unreal
open the seal
Feeling quickly
how opaque
my stature
not I who stand
but the sword in my hand
and the words
that I utter
which matter

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