Sanctum
you don't have to wear
the robes of fear
when you come around here
stay for awhile
bring in that little child
with truces unresolved
sit here and peacefully evolve
sleep, as the storm is raging
and as thunder gathers from the dew
the flashes shed enlightenment
through the reigns
that have been holding you.
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