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Detached, Not Untouched
In a secluded space, I gather
The wordless thoughts you leave behind;
Your inner battles clash in secret,
As if they’ve always been mine.
I smooth your rough edges in silence,
Holding what you cannot confess;
Until something calm turns restless,
And I begin to wear your distress.
Detached, yet never untouched,
I feel it rise without a warning;
Unconsciously nearing a boiling point,
Then easing before it is found.
