Tender thoughts diligently being touched by senses of
intellect, softly, gently, not disturbing their essence
as they sit silently in corners of a mind.
Reaching forward, wanting to be reminded of another
time when they were vibrant and not at all alone or
forsaken.
Crying from depths beneath emotion and below a heart's
understanding.
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