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Fuck Fear

"I'm scared," I begin.
I sit on edges of canyons
Run off sides of mountains
And jump out of planes
But I've yet to let you see
How my heart quickens
To the rhythm of your social justice diatribes
To the mischievous smile in your eyes 
To any part of you grazing any part of me.
If I don't die on some mountainside
I'll surely die from my silence.

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