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Aspen Welsch Feb 2019
I did it for myself.
I shed you and a little bit extra.
Like a snake peeling back
layers of you and me.
Our crusted scales scattered
across uncertainty.
Is your newness raw?
Is it untouchable?
Broken Arpeggio Feb 2019
Free from judgment
Free from fear
No worries about fitting in
'Cause we all are welcome here

Serene is the setting
Serenity is the goal
With many hooves patrolling these grounds
There's no need to be in control

Relinquish your inhibitions
Renounce your social curse
For everyone is beautiful within these walls
Embracing the individual first

Security will be a priority
Secure will be the first thing you feel
Guided by a firm yet loving curator
This shed of safety is REAL...
Everyone needs "THAT" place they can go to vent, breathe, and release all the woes this world instills within us...
Shed you must.

We were born too heavy
For our mothers wombs
So much knowledge
Of the heavens
With God on our tongues
And history at our backs
Heaven is always
A charity away
A death away
A heartbreak away

Heaven is only for spirits
Light enough to rise
Shed your skin colour
The Gods you were fed
Underneath all this weight
Is a soul
Peel until you find it.
Shed everything else.
And shed you must.
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