To see
Of all the places we travel
love always crosses the fields with us
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In-between
Between life and death
there is no in-between
there is no distance
no difference
and of all that life holds
of being born
or even worth dying for
it is only love
and nothing more
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Raw, naked, tender and true
In which we start anew
the dawn
the twilight
there where we gather
the impressions
the vibrations
the stories in between the lines
we should notice
the eternal way
the circle
the spiral
entering the words thrown at us
let them be
naked
and raw
so they can turn
tender
and true
on their way home
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