easy

Everything is a constant

motionless moving,

this life, its bizzar

brigade of star lights and time, this night

is fine with its last light lines, and

I am ready to be open, even

in the unknown and broken, lies,

are only the untold pains of our forefathers,

and mothers, and lovers,

and we are only here for each other, to breathe,

we only need one thing,

a space,

a freedom from judgement,

a need,

See

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