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Was it the calm before the storm or the sea that crashed upon us?
These kinds of decisions are always killing me
It’s still resting between us, on this shelf
I’ve decided to let it be
It’s so startling to know the bitter reality of this moment
But refreshing, in a strange kind of way
Defenseless is a morbid setting to be engaged with while waging wars
And I see now that my growth has come from the inside where my veins converge
Into a mass of fantastic ideals and feelings so heavy that they bring down the sky
We explored the forest of this expansive magnitude and found ourselves naked under veils of red
Well I can attest that I’ve grown stronger and more intuitive
Becoming a bearer of gifts to give

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