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“Sonnet I

If thee must say that I am not who I am,

That I am not real or true,

Then thou must say you are not as well,

For we either walk in fairytales and dance to our dreams,

Or we die trying to capture a miracle between the ordinary moments,

We rejoice in the gratitude for our needs met,

But we pray for the staircases and open doors to our desires,

We redefine our gratitude with another day,

Another dance of praise to Thee for undoing are mistakes of unneeded wants and needs we want, but not met.”