editing old poems is a good exercise Our rookie year - we learned to shape the world with our throats. Tried out the notes: trembling, now strong and clear. You, in the midst of it, balled-tight fists of it, know - when we look back, we’ll be proud to say: we were here.
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2021 This was our rookie year, learning to shape the world with our throats. We’ve tried out the notes, trembling, then strong and clear. Now, in the midst of it, the balled-tight fists of it, we stop, knowing that when we look back we’ll be proud to say: We were here. #nftpoem
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