October 17th.

I see the Rockies - 

Peaceful curves ascending, red dirt within; 

I see You,

Memories rising, nostalgia within. 

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I know they rose - 

Flat earth transformed, red dirt cratered;

I know they erupted,

A seismic shift, the force de jure persisted. 

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I see You, within the Rockies -

A peaceful scenery of memory;

But I know it all erupted,

Seismic shifts of a girl looking to touch the sky,

Of a boy, a force de jure of his own. 

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And from the sky, I see them - 

Red dirt peaks of your force below.