Don't lose sight of what's right,
or what basks in a warm-red light,
A heart un-gagged, a soul un-masked,
New, trembling body, with what is asked,
A strength found deep, never lost,
Even in sleep,
A terrible fever of life and love,
A delight... A gift from above?
Who has known these weary ways,
The drifting forward of so many days?
Hold tight my hand, hold closed your eyes,
Lean far away from external lies,
Inside, you know, what is right,
To stand by you, in warming light.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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