2: 32 p.m.
Counting tears of sorrow throughout these years of life,
yet knowing that tears of joy were also sliding, slipping
into and overflowing this heart with emotion.
Interacting with tides of silent voices, hiding inside
corners of a darkened mind, cuddling in a ball of intrepid
mystery, opening up in rainbows of talent, continuing to
ends of time. 2: 33 p.m.
(10/25/14)
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