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Your burden
Is not too much to bear.
Give your heavy,
Show your dark,
And I’ll etch a path
To the light
You
Look at me
Palm on my cheek,
Warmth reverberating
Throughout the room,
And
All I see
Is bliss
If there was more of you
I could touch
If there was somehow
A galaxy of sensation,
I would soothe you
Until the entire world
Turned still and quiet
And all we knew
Was us
That scent—
The one of pine
And tin,
A musk of woods
In twilight,
Is yours,
And yours alone.
Come closer,
Envelop me
In your essence.
A mind can be
So open,
Ingenuity is shaded by grey,
Hollowing a heart,
Giving way to decay,
Mistaken as discovery.

— The End —