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With No Fear
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Dancing at the edges of the canyons round your heart
Stars the very cymbals of the shivers when we start
Through blessings of dewed dreams, the breath of mosses spied
In the liquidity of your eyes, the mirrors of all that had only echoed
The spring, the font, that trickle sand sought to abandon, and failed…
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And so I inhaled
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To be blessed again with the fires, that had never truly burned
Those lessons we required over, and over
To be learned…
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And exhaled
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God bless you for breathing into me
For hopefully sinking ever synchronously, fruitfully
Into the void…
With no fear of coming back up
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