the conversation going
open up, explore all possibilities
the road outside is waiting for
footsteps, the the chair cannot
be empty if you sit,
keep lines open, do not deny
yourself the words of comfort,
heal thyself,
know more, no self is ever
closed, like an old abandoned
room, speak, listen, give time,
you are not in harmony,
distill.
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