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White - Triangle Giant
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White - Triangle Giant
Hidden in the hills of upstate New York
Where early fall is beautiful
But I loved the middle of winter more
I believe in the true article
Because if she can I can as well
My most powerful skills are as an editor
The only thing I trust is unoccupied space

White
White light washes over me
Pure white light consumes everything
I see

I want to wear that armor too
Who couldn't admit
Her steel is beautiful
There's no pantheon of angels watching over me
Extraneous links crack overhead
As I depart from the source

This is a reminder to myself
To draw the next breath in with a thought
A silent promise to myself
Never to be unlike her at all
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