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We heard their scorn
drift on the airwaves
but too late
to reach us up here.
Where we climbed above them
to the mountaintop
gripping down with each step
fighting the fear.
I will fight for you
whispered worriedly into the winds
that carried us
away from each other
and back again.
You are mine to hold
when they all say no
and can’t understand
the way love will transcend
every doubt,
every falter,
every barrier we will face.
So let us reach
the highest mountains
above the clouds
and find our place,
together.
We were meant to be together.
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Bugsy Watts
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