Here I am again to uncover me bare
I have forgotten the language
I can't feel my tongue
There is a push of things
rising near the opening
And the realness can no longer
be tucked in the crevices of fear
Something seeps and something
throbs a thriving for release
It swells in the realms of carnal limits
And the thick lines I trace around my soul
they begin to soften
They begin in the way of brush strokes
of purple darkish words
However the hardness of expression
I cannot look to its origin
I brave the remembrance
Falling down broken as the healing
begins its course
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