Exuberant

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Our world should fill us with duty—
The times to rely on ourselves by it—
We should see it grow like sunset
To become our sunken nostalgia.

I tell you we should deny tension;
I tell you we should merge language
To denude our breaths of barricades
Overshadowing of wants global.

We could have been patio locks;
We could have been drawn into it—
Into the memory of smiles seamless,
Uninhabited by cultures discordant.

EXUBERANT, Zelophehad Adah Sampson
The ZAS Household; Begotten Brands
[Photo: Francisca Ublibli, as introduced by Amolifel Ogar]
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