... You call out to the wilderness of your youth and fortify the vagrant, explosive neon, perhaps lining your future.
Escape through hidden graces. Capture smokey whispers.
Open your eyes to settings left rewound and scale your justices gone unfounded.
Imagine birth and love and home in that chronology.
Chin up to present age.
There is no wager in the end.
Begin to understand.
Middle ground bends.
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