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jwhhobbs22
May 5
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We are the myths we tell ourselves

Or clasp us, shoulder to shoulder

Sights of real lives

Or unwinnable battles, ought to be fought

Pens and promises, oaths into time

That drive the living.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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