you can't tell me
the Earth didn't shake
when you came to be,
shaky legs
sturdy feet
blood flowing
from the dead sea-
all salt and poetry,
everything you're supposed to be
you can't tell me
there isn't reason
in your existence,
that there isn't magic
in your tongue,
in your pointer finger
I hope you always remember
that you are the main character
in your story,
that you can decide
the setting,
that you can surround yourself
with the supporting characters,
that you can create
every climax and
every resolution

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