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i wrote this at 2am before i fell asleep. more of a traditional poem format that i usually write in.

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Now's not the time to start doubting,
Now's not the time to change minds.
We're inching along toward the doorway;
We've come far enough in this line.

Here's not the place for surrender,
Here's not the place to feel shame.
The snowflakes drift down in slow motion
To cover our faces and names.

We're not the ones they'll remember,
We're not the ones they'll revere.
We're shut behind curtains and drywall,
With nothing but dust to hold dear.

They're not the men in the crow's nest,
They're not the men on the mast.
But we aren't the first ones to be here,
And God know we won't be the last.