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Outside the Pain

Inside you feel warm and loved, you know what you must do. But outside you hear sounds of the waves and don’t believe it’s true. You lift your head and close your eyes and don’t know what you need. You feel it linger close behind and don’t know it when you bleed. You hear the sounds of birds aflight, you want to know you’ve done it right. But what is this that we must do? Put on clothes and tie your shoe. It’s slowing fading far away and you don’t know what’s what. You fall into the state of things and fill needs with your strut. It’s not making sense so you find solace, in events. You believe the rumor’s true and find yourself in mourning. You don’t know where to go and why the blood is pouring. So you cover it once again with bandages and tape. You don’t think you’ll remember about the pain. But the blood doesn’t stop it pours and pours. What is mine, and what is yours? Take credit where credit’s due, and in so find out if the rumor is true.

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