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Apr 2020
I have a timid heart.
Its wallflower movement
ceded only by its
viscous veracity.
Really, the problem is
I know how not to love (

broken plates are needed;
gypsum, joint knife, and hope
for a past patched over
suggested. You must hide
you must hide you must hide).
I’d love to not know how.

Moving with a kind of
insidious intent,
these long-legged feelings
beg to be seen and shown
and owed and owned. Really,
I know not how to love (

I have given all and still
I’m not yet willing. Or
does it sink like heavy
cream— dark until you stir
the memory of her)?
I’d love to know not how.
Written by
Ryan Willard  30/M
(30/M)   
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   Holly D and Harriet Maguire
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