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It’s no secret reflection
blessed or tortured
there’s no barb-wire fence
between the lines of my brow
and the lines of time
 
you want joy
you know it’s power
it’s not an option to fail
it is an option to choose
and choose again
 
But a person must
want to see
notice
witness
acknowledge
be willing
to open.
 
let stillness be
let it seep in
that baseline reality
that sneaky shy one
it’s there when all the rest falls away
they call it love
because they have no other word for it.

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