I crave struggle.
Dance with it navel to navel.
And in the fleeting moments of grace,
from time in the breach,
there is a feeling of melancholy.
It’s not to say that it benefits me,
one way or the other.
But the manic push, and solemn calm,
give narrative to my life.
One that would otherwise be..
just a dull, and lulling, melody.
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