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Ode
When the heart is open
insecurity of being dissipates
potential become endless
to create, grow, and share
materialize
Heavy is the hand that holds the cleaver.
Heavy is the hand owned by the weaver.
Heavy is the hand, which dictates each sway.
Heavy is the hand that leads the way.
You can grow to love anything.
I need you to shine
I need you to shine
I need you.
It continues to rain
My eyes are dry
I am still in love with you.
***
As I projectile ***** into a ***
It's the memories of you that
Keep coming up.
Oh the burn,
the sting of a haunting memory
that cannot be numbed.
The flames are spreading.  
I am on fire. This memory is hell.
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