Resolve
I am the bone of my soul
Inside dwells my resolve and my logic
Grafted together by wit and bonds
I have manufactured over a thousand thoughts
Coherent as the sky,ethereal as the deep sea
Yet, these cognitions will never cross
Forever to travel a parallel line
This mind is made up of unlimited resolve
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