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They saw every gust of wind
from the storm behind mine

they analyzed every bit of chaos
that rips apart my soul
and puts it back together
slightly off
so that my body does not quite feel
like my own

yours saw my heart anchored in my stomach
a constant reminder
that sooner than I can possibly comprehend
I will be among the lost faces

mine questioned - how could you
POSSIBLY CARE?
how could you possibly want
to be yet another part
of this tempestuous mind?

yours saw it all through mine
and they did not look away
they did not look away