stray from broken thoughts
guided by the fawns
cursed by poison mouths that
swallow words by dawn
for when morning light
breaks thy clenched eyes
your regret filled body
can float in the tides
on the edge of realization
can these waters host
pure and holy beings
only if the ghosts
of the heavy past begin to decay
then and only then can you embrace a brand new day

circling circling circle
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