been to places of the
heart for
quite a time with you
there is no panic
as to what and where's next
you my dear
has become my compassionate
gear.
something beyond the
places of the flesh
inside these mercies
and tenderness
we sleep with spaces
as you too cry yourself
from all these
sorts of emptiness.
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