Sadness that is mine alone,
too rich and deep for sharing.
All the things that can not be said,
Clawing excitably inside me.
Sadness weeping gleefully at her own misfortune.
Poor Childish heart,
Broken, human, beating breath.
wanting to be tired out
full feeling needing bleeding
Silent, Holy, Living Heart.
Ah so beautiful, and indeed so sad.
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there is enough time
fully met from dreams
edge of
eye hands moving
bending the
listening ..." it's free
isnt it, it's free, isn't it "