Spell #419

stevie redI finally sat down by the river,
Flattened by illusions and latex.
My blood remembers peace.

Prayers, promises and pillows
Hold me as we skip off into the distance.
Pleased, we giggle ourselves to sleep.

What remains is simple.
What is lost is nothing.
What is healed overwhelms.

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