the journey
is long and arduous
and the path
is covered with
broken glass and thorns
but my mouth
awaits the moment
when you would
seek it with fervor
and desire
all that i am
like you never have
before.
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and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
i should have been a pair of ragged claws.
i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
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