a deep brief response.

Folder: 
Shadow Variations.

when love fools

and feelings permit,

so closely crucified

in lack of oxygen,

lonely would cling

to the first thing,

a validation,

a glare,

an empty soft spot

in need of repair,

some sanctify,

some own

shiny jackets of defense,

spiteful warmth against the cold,

emotions scorn

and scar the soul.

what i think i know

i will never admit to.

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Heather Bush's picture

Very well written indeed. I don't believe I could have said it better myself.