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Mar 2016
Softer than the torturous
Lighter than the tough
Its' soft little whispers prods at your wounds
Its' tiny fingers feeling rough

Doubt consumes you
It bounces back and forth
Reminding you of the little things
That you have forgotten to keep to yourself

You want to let loose
The tiny fingers gently tug
Are you sure you are worth it?
You were gently asked

Who do you think you are?
A little voice speaks out
Your little hope is oh so far
The tiny fingers continued to tug

Come down with me, where you belong
Down to our little hell, where we will sing our song
The song of broken moments
Together with all these *
gentle demons
Acknowledging the little demons.
rinnette
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rinnette
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     Eudora and ryn
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