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When our eyes first met
Enchanted by your voice
Your beauty and your chaos
Delightful layers
Just a hint of tired
Well-hidden under a smile
I reached out to soothe
What doesn’t appear to need it.

Not aware of our depths
We counted our breaths
How far could we dive?
Again and again
Enough
You called it
We miscounted
The clouds passed
As we resuscitated
And the sunshine
Sun-shone our positions
Unbalanced chaotic
Hurt with every stroke

And now?
We remember without connecting
On standby while we move on
Our story at a standstill.

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Working Peace

Breathe,
slow and deep,
It is this that soothes.
Compose,
your self,
It is this that readies.
Endure and accommodate,
You must,
It is this that allows its existence.
Focus,
a warning if you don’t;
if you dare an act of self-relevance
it may disturb your focus,
Focus
Indeed and well,
but you will be weary
if not wary,
It is this that takes away what can’t be returned.