be gentle in the chamber of my heart.
Every movement of yours
becomes remembrance,
and every remembrance
opens an old wound.
I am not wounded by pain,
but by nearness.
I am a weak servant
undone by how close You are.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 8:49 PM UTC
be gentle in the chamber of my heart.
Every movement of yours
becomes remembrance,
and every remembrance
opens an old wound.
I am not wounded by pain,
but by nearness.
I am a weak servant
undone by how close You are.
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