What if…
If fear did not guard and watch over me?
My seeds of shame and doubt
Would timidly venture out
And finally sprout,
But as they reached the light,
Like a vampire, would wither and die
Without the protection of night.
Or: shivering and drowning, lie,
In the merciless rain,
Instead of festering
Like unspoken blame
In the warm, secure
Secrecy of muted darkness
Without a name.
If...
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