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past a silence,
a removing of the self from the self
to bring the self-deprecating truth to full light
resulting in a deeper humbling,
a realisation of what is real
and true,
the establishment of that that can lived
believably.

the standards, set too high,
revel in that past that is too far past.

in their distance,
future is given a taste
and the living love postponed,
just until snow falls on our melting hearts.
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unhinged what my heart feels like
wide_open
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