There is supposed to be some shame in falling,

Or a great regretting.

Yet now I only marvel at the slip.

Born from dreams that died midair to begin,

There are other hopes now growing from the daze:

Fierce, wanting, and fighting for the ground ahead.

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J.T.

Born and raised in the Los. Los Cuentos. J.T.

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