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mountain of me

The mountain was funny that way

how you could spend

all day thinking

of all those little steps you’d lost,

how right before calling it quits

you’d remember

all those little steps you’d gained,

smiling at the peak—

perhaps the hardest climb

won’t be a mountain at all, but

will be this mountain of me.

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