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Allowance for Empathy
Miscommunication
Killed a generation of lovers
Now in the wake
Of the selfish tempest
Of another.
Needless, at best.
Let some compassion linger
Like fudge in factory tanks
And dip fingers into the sweetness
Of her effort
To fill you in
When you're blank.
Or when your mind races
Faster than you can shiver
At the cold hearts
Being prepackaged
And delivered into warmer homes.
Take note of the little shades
That she may apply to your day
And lifted, you will say
You never knew such vigor
Until she opened up the heavens:
This freely giving figure.
A living, breathing
Blessing...
