The Gift
Strange
Of times of ways
The waves that carry
The space that scares you
Into who you have to be
Strange
The voices
Around
Inside you
Hide to
Find the light
Don’t know what you might
Discover
Strange
The faces
They make at you
Contorting their ways into
Monsters who play
With your heart
You freely give to them
Letting them break
Letting them change
Because you don’t know how
Strange
Is become real
And really not strange
Anymore
Normal
The times the ways
Now you forget
How strange
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