RemedyYourSoul
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Filament
Pretty words all in a row.
The sun
The moon
The interview
Every answer scrutinized
Accord revered
Acceptance challenged by the inevitable trial
Each preceding experience the jury
Go naked, cloaks are wasted
Mud is real, messy, dirty, real
Skeletons hold up the the sloppy mess
Fear is an anchor tied up in the river of whine
Cut ties and ride to the ocean of maybe
Because that's where life teams
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