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62)

Dim The lights
(Please)

Let the candles glow
or let the candles do their trick
and let them flicker in the soft light,
just after the sun goes down
or sinks in the horizon,
as if the sun is doused
as it slips into the palm
of Mother Earth’s hand.

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56)

There are some
or so it seems,
or maybe there are more,
or even more than I realize; however,
there are those among us
who live in the split decision
or who find themselves
stuck between fact and fiction
and so,
they spend their time on the fence
unsure of what to do,
what to say,
how to move,
or when to pick a side,
or how to make things so.

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47)

You would never know
just by looking at someone
and you could never really tell
what they think about,
how they really feel,
what they know
or where they have been
or what they have seen.

No one ever knows
or sees the invisible scars
or sees the unseeable sickness,
like the concealed moments
or the memories of madness
that left them wounded
long ago.

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43)

I have chosen not to step away
nor resign
nor quit in this dream
which is the same dream
that I have had with me
all this time,
and as this pertains to me, specifically,
I have come to the decision
that I cannot and will not
step back, or give way,
and surrender another step.

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36)

I cannot say that I knew you
but I can say
that I knew you well enough.

I can say that I knew enough
to understand things
that perhaps,
maybe no one else
would understand
or if anything else,
I can say that I understand
the things that most people
would never dare to admit
or talk about.

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