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Run away I haven't
at least not yet
I know they will
keep company
always:
my past, happy and hurtful
my hopes, passing and passionate
my fears, floating and rooted
They circle me, protect me
support me, silence me too.
Now I am going to
talk to them one by one
in silence and communion.
Only the rocks can listen in.
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