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I hold you in the night,

Your tears

Ink scratches on the pages,

Trapped between the covers

Of what had been

And what might never be,

Your pain,

Glass splinters beneath my naked feet

Which will walk for you

Until their soles are raw

And then shall walk again

Until your heart is healed,

My palms upon your face,

Like a charlatan priest

But with intentions pure,

I’ll soak away your sorrow

And add it to the ocean

Which rocks this listing vessel

But will not let you drown,

And when the waves

Like night’s black angels come

With banshee’s flailing arms

I will hold you still

Your tears, your pain

Are mine.

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