My signature hat under which I would hide.
Statues I carried from Bali that gave me no pride. Paintings I did because I needed a “thing.” Deer bones, Polar Bear fur, a Grey Horned Owl wing. My kitty onesie I hugged myself in on cold nights. Pipes with medicine resin, the smell brings old frights. I feel each item, say thank you, toss it on the blaze. For I cannot bring you forward into the coming days. I found something real, no more need to grasp. So I let these parts go, let the past be the past. 🔥
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