Weaving dreams,
tailoring thoughts,
fitting seams,
of moments distraught.
Argumentatively,
we could have just worn,
a blazer of actions,
a hat of expectations.
But we wanted a suit,
of three pieces we dreamt.
A shirt of revolutions,
a vest of efforts,
sewn at seams with iterations,
with a coat of confidence, astute.
And there it was,
an armor for life,
a battlesuit.
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