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bully

 

 

when I was a child 

I was high strung 

 

as a teen I 

thought too much 

 

maybe later a 

sensitive soul 

 

now that we’re alone

what do we got

 

rooms to play in 

places to imagine 

 

shades of mystery 

light and dark 

 

this interior life 

keeps us alive 

 

when everything outside

ain't looking up 

 

where’s the mystery you ask

I don’t know

 

that’s what we’re

in here to explore  

◄ Quiet Contemplation

Before the world came in ►

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