you hold it in your hand
tightly, your hand like a ball
somethings is crushed and
lost, turning to dust, i must
tell you, the secret of keeping
the one that you love most,
when you hold it, does not
breathe, it cannot be yours
totally, you must know the
paradox, to make it yours
completely, you must learn
to give it away, carefully,
whatever that be, wherever.
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