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For if I Am


Let it come.

Let the cascade of waves

Plow into me.

For if I am as shallow as he said

Then the waves will not touch me.

Let it come.

Let me transcend

From coal into gems.

For if I am as weak as he said

Then the pressure will change me.

For if I am as deaf as he said

Then I will not hear his belittling speech.

For if I lack the polish

to luster his pride

Then let it come.

Let it come.

Let him come to me.

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