Truce
Here’s the forbidden gate I open,
The fear abdicates and I shake hands with the demons.
As treacherous as it seems, I even it smoothly,
Dealing the ache with silence is my specialty.
The refusal that my grey days will be bright again,
Is the strongest weapon for the evil….
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