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Jan 2021
My eyes ache from seeing
Sound wounds me
All matter is overwhelming
I cannot cope
Please stop everything, for just a moment
Grace me with empty blackness
Silence beyond silence
The peace inside my being
From where I witness my suffering, the beauty of it

Take me to the shore and burn my body
But let my heart remain
Scorch my bones to ash
But let my heart remain
Let the waves wash away my cinders
But let my heart remain
Then burn my heart with the whitest of flames
So it is only the ā€œIā€ that remains
The fire cannot burn this truth
Written by
Troy Wylie-Hill  50/M/Amsterdam
(50/M/Amsterdam)   
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