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I remain deep

In myself

Invested and armoured

In a silence

That is sometimes stoic

Offering solace

Without pity

I dry your tears

With a kind word

My actions matter

Dressed as they can be

In finest words

And the velvet burr of my voice

Let my light into you

There is no place

Finer to rest

And play,

To feel than within the dark, soft places

Of my heart.

My body knows the way

Let it guide you


Ever onward

Inwards to where you find yourself

Waiting for me


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