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unwelcome

you didn’t knock

you kicked the door in

your seeds of fear were sown immediately

your evil harvest would someday be full

you have stolen her words

you have weakened her independence

you have addled her mind

you have numbed half of her body

you haunt her with loneliness

you are taking aim at her spirit

fuck you

she is not yours to take

the seeds of her heart and spirit will forever be hers

and ours

as she has planted them within all of us

◄ the endless trip

Questions for the Seasons ►

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