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Jun 19
Held me the whole ride,
meant so much more
than I knew at the time.
The absence of words, replaced
with soft, subtle intent.
So delicately cloaked, barely noticed it
sink deep into my chest.
Solace in these quiet spaces,
safety in the soft catch.
And while I cannot fill your cup,
I will steady you til it overflows.
Written by
Cassandra Benton
52
   Wyatt
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