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to make peace
with your demons
who call you
lovely, little brother
and scratch your eyes
you must inhale cold lies,
exhale fierce truth.
and how you'll dance
on the eagle's hill of freedom
and I, will be dead
on your victory day
finally, I can
allow my dark ones to win.
and only the stars
not only, but all
will hear you sing.
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photo: night sky over Grand Tetons, june 2020