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Poem text:
That Fight
I want that fight
One that fixes what's broke
One that voices what's unspoken

After it we embrace so tight
Wondering why we said goodbye
Wondering why we left for a lie
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I want that fight
The kind that gives us mend
The kind that makes us brothers again

Chew angry words all night
Let's get back to you and me
Let's get back to what we could be
- J Poetry

Image behind the poem is all black save for two contrasting white male figures, their backs turned to each other and a jagged line dividing them entirely

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Lascivious
All-encompassing
Green, turquoise, and blue
Oceanic lure
Of the deep-dive
No harbour in sight

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

Silent beauty
Even mind
Resting thoughts
Even feelings
No grudge harboured
Even now

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

A dark medieval ship enters a fogbound harbour at night. In the foreground, its impossibly old captain turns beside the rail, grinning through blackened, rotten teeth. Behind the ship, drowned figures rise from the cold sea but stop at the harbour entrance, staring after him in fear. Weak lanterns illuminate stone quays and crooked waterfront buildings through the mist.

A porcelain teacup with saucer filled with dark gold tea is next to a small plate with a half-eaten cookie on it. The teacup and saucer are covered in painted red and pink roses.

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The painting alternatively titled "Children" but sold as a T-shirt design in blue, "There Must Be Harbors for Life."
https://web.archive.org/web/20110706040342/http://wilhelmreichtrust.org/other_gifts.html

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Like Bashania, the family stood so closely together that not even a breath could squeeze between them. Long strands of hair were living threads that tied each member to the other. They always acted in unison. No safe #harbor for random thoughts. Was it his imagination or did they just sway in that gentle breeze?

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