Heart In The Hand Of A Human

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I
Feel him.
Is that true?
He’s in my home.
Everyday till 9.
Maybe past 12 sometimes.
All we do is laugh and chat
About the silliest things like
How my hair turns pink in the sunshine
My crispy brown skin the same as his hair.
How so quickly did it get this far?
From dining simply on the shore,
To days of flesh and roses…
He says…my life is thick,
With worry and pain.
How could he know…?
The conflict
Now
Gone.





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