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Rumination
i can say
they are unwelcome
yet secretly
i invite them in
ask them to stay
tell me a story
as if it is not the story of me
the meaning of me
teach me something
new or old
false unreal at best ephemeral
a truth a lie no matter
it dies in the light of reason
returns in the flow of time
leaves me now
returning to that shadow self
the truer self
the wild violent self
they will find me when i need them
the lie that dwells within
is never far away
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