Fists clenched
Brains burdened
Life's ebb drained
Without love
Without water
Allowing for weakness
A desire to be touched
Healed, Soothed, Calmed
No isolation as condemnation
Softened Scolding
Liberating lost hearts 💓
To breathe that air of heaven
A Blessing
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