It's the words scrawled past the margins
That are all you'll ever need.
Your heart still lives in the ghost light
Of the Plaza's concrete shimmer,
Before you had the courage
To raise your eyes.
And in the spiderweb of your
indecisions
Hang the dewdrops of your dreams.
Continue
Stay in the room a little longer.
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