while unwelcome motions deceive
nothing worse to believe
than not growing
wipe away that saline tear
pretend there's no wisdom found in what you fear
and seal the vault that makes it clear
there's so much room in knowing
let every restless touch burn
and unbound fissures not discern
what you never wanted me to learn
but were always close to blowing
why fight, not feel
to deny, is not heal
these keen shards from real
I never believed you'd dissolve by showing
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