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When LOVE is your focus

The mind must tread softly

Its weapons are doubt, suspicion

Unworthiness, guilt and shame

It can no longer openly

Wear the mask of your identity

Pretending it controls

The person you ‘believed’ you were

The person is dissolving

And it must seduce you subtly

Remaining in the wings

Of the dream you are leaving

But stay ‘alert’

And LOVE will swallow all illusions

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