Enlightenment

Deep down, penning my own prose affrights me.

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I'm as easy as a mask.

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The words and thoughts built, killed and resurrected wait to see light.

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Soon.

Streetside cafe
bleating and not bleeding;
Sentient enough.

Partaken

Fence of a ranch,
vast expanse.
Edge of Sight,
Field of vision,
not seeing you in me.