The underneath of my heart
solely encampeth the own you,
buzzing with joy,as if never leapt
leaping with love,as if never to yield
Love that won't just stop about
seeking the clarity of,
the stretched little hands,
so weak to carry the parts
that make her life friends off.
with open heart she seeks,
her heart that is weak and fears,
being rejected.

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