the terrible things we do to each other
are the measure of the depths of our fears
the creatures from the blackness of our nightmares
come out from the cracks in our selves
and devour the good, the whole, and the holy
and only the love that binds
with much concentration and effort
holds the bonds in place
the tears we cry pour in the cracks
fill it in and cover it up
so we shouldn't condemn
the hurtful things that happen to us
for they bring out the love
that lay hidden underneath the layers
of everyday familiarity and contempt
the terrible things we do to each other
are the measure of the depths of our fears
and the heights of our passions
and remind us of the reason why we are here
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What seems to be the problem, gae?
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