And only the same will get you in.
That's when I reveal my soft under belly,
For some good argumenting.
That's when one of us is fecundated,
With what some might call a poison of the mind,
That yields an honest discussion with oneself,
Leaving a stale, miasmic trail behind.
This is all necessary in the experience,
Of life, unless the shell has grown deep within.
Then only surgery will reveal the babe,
That is proof of a new regeneration.
And it's alright,
It doesn't have to be that painful.
You just have to be open to the chance,
That things could happen any way at all.
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