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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

Demention

It takes time,
Time to talk yourself into anything
But there's space,
Oh so much space between us now

It's been so long,
Longer than the waiting for my life to be what it seems
And my heart is open wide,
Wide enough to hold the pieces of all my dreams
My feelings deep,
Deep enough to drown in if only I would try
And I'm so high,
High on all the tragedy and laughter left behind

It takes time,
Time to talk yourself out of everything
And all that space,
Space is all that's left between us and inside me now