Poem: Every second is a comrade in disguise

January 31, 1996
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Every second is a comrade in disguise Floating unmade before us, Broken behind us Set in memory, conceived by those millennia before it.
Every breath fermented in time keeps me here, to receive the next, to choose, to make to dream, and to scream REVOLUTION!
This is our task, to mould tomorrow by forming the foundation of today. ... Jamie Draker

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