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Indistinguishable
Between madness and reality
They both wear the same face
I am unable to distinguish love from death
They both carry the same pain, intense, unrelenting
I succumb to the inner demons and wait for you to come
Your arms embrace me like the womb of my mother
For once, I feel safe, undisturbed with my thoughts
Keep me here in this sanctuary of nurturing love
And I too will open my heart and let you in.
Jéan-Pierre. Dean
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