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         I always knew
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         But I still wanted more
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         And yet, you stick
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         But it was fake
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          Now, I'm ok again
music is part of the vitality
to which we stand
on hollow ground.

it's a sweet serenity
so let's listen and
get lost in the sound.

this sense of unity
is a vast land
to which we're found.
As the new year comes around, I look on the dreadful past and the hopeful future.
I look into the forest that houses these creatures, venturing in further.
Armed with my shield and my ever-full heart.
I slice through each one, daring to face my monsters head-on.
After the battle is won, I stand victorious, yet tired.
My brain and heart weigh heavily with my experiences re-experienced.
I bury them, my demons.
They deserve to be out to rest.
Then I venture home, to my bed,
to sleep away and reflect on my self-help.
To pierce through the surface,
none sharper than words

A vowel like a razor,
to shave undeterred

Each letter a saber,
that strikes to the heart

All phrases an arrow,
your will to impart

Once spoken, each edge
is eternally honed

To cut through deception,
and carve into bone

The blood trail that follows,
all sages can track

Incisive, unsutured
—the truth turning black

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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