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If I didn't give him
his very own religion
what would've become of him?
What would've been the sum of him
when viewed with naked eyes?
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Heel to toe
I place them down,
these weary feet
upon the ground
With these steps
my world expands
yet I find myself
where I began
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A day like any other,
a celebrated eviction;
saddled with a title
and instant expectations
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Thoughts so thick
they muddle my mind,
bleach my bones,
cruel and unkind
Brought out bare
the spotlight on,
my insides out,
defenses gone
..
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With day of doom
impending
I am no longer
lamenting
My anxiety's
relenting
just knowing it's all
ending
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Woven with sharp
hollow bone
by soft, supple hands
With woolen eyes
carefully placing
each stitch
What was once durable
now lies threadbare..
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Knowing not where to begin,
And just how hard it all has been;
We will always feel within,
The love and grace of Marilyn
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Jewels of dried tears
with which I've been crowned,
I'm tucked deep inside
and I'll never be found
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If I weren't me,
if it all went away,
my childhood scrubbed clean,
filled with light-hearted play
Who would I be?
free of unease,
of constant ..
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It reeks of anonymity,
this place where everyone is free
to don the mask they choose to be
and let loose their timidity
But in this place no one..
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