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<title>liberi (a memory from a past life) - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b></p>
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<p><b>liberi (a memory from a past life)</b></p>
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<p>published: 12-29-2018</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>the midnight hands caress her face one last time <br />
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a faint brush against her lips- a kiss <br />
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leaving steps in the snow as I turn, still sublime<br />
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and disappear into the fog and mist</p>
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<p>she and I meet again at the entrance to the underworld <br />
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this time, with her friend of old <br />
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energy runs through me- and my wings unfurl<br />
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and the world re-remembers the cold</p>
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<p>but not to fear, for she brings a fire of her own<br />
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and propels her friend to the edge <br />
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and with a <em>snick</em> I am human again, alone<br />
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with a heart divided by a sharp wedge</p>
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<p>instant regret in his eyes<br />
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as he picks up his daughter- no, his son<br />
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and weeps to the sky <br />
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a promise to keep safe, no longer kept</p>
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<p>through his hands run red<br />
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black and yellow and brown; a life he never knew I led</p>
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<p>hanging between the balance of life and death<br />
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faintly aware as I'm carried to the back of the caravan<br />
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wrapped up in sheets and whatever's left <br />
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only father left to see me; ordered not to be touched by any other hand</p>
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<p>soul kept in one piece by the Mother's grace<br />
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kept asleep, unaware, in limbo until we can reckon face-to-face</p>
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<p>we arrive at the Tree<br />
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and my limp body is laid on the ground for Her to see<br />
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for return to life, father pleads over me <br />
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no matter what crimes I may have committed for the enemy</p>
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