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Out of the window of my souls speaks.
Painful loud words spoken in my face by an angry man.
Turn away, closed down, hidden from this rage.
Nothing working to tame this bull.
Words spoken in hast only escalate.
Back peddle, get present.
The bull was loud, scary and confining, but not dangerous.
A dream of crazy things this must be.
Hash it out, lay it on the table, in a kinder calmer way.
Yes I am awake, I hear your.
Sorry spoken from the heart.
Hugs full of forgiveness.
The heart and mind will forget.
The lesson is left.
Leave not when my heart has yet to be heard.
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