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i wait for the
time to pass like
a serious movie
running in slow
motion
the pauses that
fill the moments
appear empty, but
make aware so much
i have missed in
the past
i must take the
time to feel the
old bruises, giving
them a chance to
move on, to lighten
my heart
for now, the roots
of my soul cry
out as the dirt
remains, trying to
find the way
home
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