barely;

we set sail, we prevail.

we do not knock on the door of the ocean, we wade in, or we plunge.

we can also wait.

i try to smile.

the smile confesses to a proof that has been orbiting, ambling over the ample surface of our temples (by our eyes), though we could also praise the divine in this space.

i try to smile for the smile that never falters within.

i never had a small mouth, you see.


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