Slowly, unknowingly, they enter you,
become part of you,
they grip you,
they own you,
they overwhelm you.
Then they become you.
When your heart gets tired,
you realize
feelings were unwatched.
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A very touching piece of work. Take care, Joscephine. Warmest regards, Sandra