Reflection, projection, introspection...
If my lips drip with Ruby red poison towards you,
I must remember it is within me that bares this fruit,
And while I process these subtle projections, I must remember to follow the tree branches down to the root,
In reflection, I dig deep until I uncover the truth,
And in the silence a sprout appears,
A new beginning is absolute.
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Serenitee
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Serenitee your poetic exploration of introspection reveals the transformative power of self-awareness and accountability, guiding us to confront the roots of our actions and find renewal in reflection.