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Jun 2019
Ego
How desperately it clings,
as if the spinning of the earth
might send us sailing into space.
I want to reassure it and
soothe it and calm it;
thank it for defending me,
but then say
it’s going to be okay
and we don’t need to fight
anymore.

Let’s sit down
together,
as brothers,
and hash out
the rest of our life
together.
6/17
Written by
JP  Pacific Northwest, USA
(Pacific Northwest, USA)   
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