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Where, do we?
It would be nice to go there
Through that unpainted
Magenta framed envision
Of a door
That will lead me there
To that still and peaceful space
That's crystal clear
It would be nice
To know the where
So what, if the devil chased me there?
He did his job, I'm standing here
Ground to earth, grounded down
Wanting to rise yet being held
If only the holding felt
...like love
