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poetry of jesse wilesthe why of our lie
over this valley, dauntless i soar an eye on my love, and an eye on the war that rages on in armageddon of youth observing and and turning, this love is not two but the you that knows how and why we fall short and the will trudge forward the same will that aborts this zeal full engaged though not comprehended as never quite sure what was heard was intended
so we live and then try and steal for the spy and don't fully fathom the why of our lie till the youth is finished the vitality, diminished in hours spent contemplating what's lost