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Because even the beautiful escapes,Were cages of pain,Mind games to fan the flames. A hedge maze cloaked,As heavenly protection, Testing your dedication. They’ll thump their holy books,Promising they’ve got your six,Swearing you’re family to them. Then they’ll lie like dogs, Dragging you into the mud, Baptizing you. Carving you into,Something new,Because they know what’s best…
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Feelings are visitors,So they say.But I think I might have,A couple squatters. The eviction noticesGo un-responded to.I fear its an infestation,‘Cause they just stay and stay. I’m reluctant to look under the bed,For I worry,What if these monstersHave multiplied? Hurt.Anger.Betrayal.Longing. What then do I make of my own rights?The right to run.The right to hide.The…
Healing Birds Fly Again 