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Jul 2017
your demons
it seems,
are your children,
your dreams.
(the meaning you see in things).
they have always been here.
needing you.
fearing you.
hearing you.

they are the yearning truth,
heed them and hold them and know them.
feed and compose and unfold them.
remember?
before the never they were golden

            a universe was inverted.
            they, were themselves, reborn.
            however, now, contorted

ever endless severings dwell in their untellings.
wanting for forgetting.
but beckoning an ending
for the shadows they are shedding

with your most tender thoughts,
touch them and love them and listen.
with your greatest truth listen.
with your compassion, affect them.
with your acceptance, perfect them.
Haven't posted here in ages. Hope you enjoy this one
Setenance
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     Waldo, sassybutsweet, Christine, Marrisa and ---
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