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a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter

Pushing through the dark clouds
The sun rays announce, they’re here.
With them, comes not warmth
but light, the light we need
today. The light needed
For so many things to move
Grow, continue.
I shall continue.
I shall grow.
I shall move.

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