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as if the blood has passed from me
the world fades into the softness, blurring
when I left, I wanted to be alone
and now, so feafully I want no home
for it would imply that I have responsibiilty
all those things that have scared me
to own nothing, unafraid to lose that
that risk i’ll easily take, the opposite not
I oft wonder if I chose to ignore the call
to return and believe once again
that first second again, belief anew
or is it silence, it's voice present
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