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twenty-seventeen

It’s a fading memory

Not yet appearing in

My rigid galaxy

So full of rules

No rescue has a chance

No breath has a way

Losing some primitave sanity

I’m an expectation of glory

Adventures spiriting away

My bare feet of honesty

Tell me my future

And I’ll tell no fallacies

Tremendous openness

Lifting my marble heart out

Of my self-dug grave

Polished and perfect no more

It’s a dream of wholeness

In my own contentment

Who was that empty girl?

Why did she cry?



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