tumbleweed
Sunday, June 12, 2016
six
I listen to the sound of my breathing
And think of what will help the ache
Deep inside.
Maybe since I've gotten in the habit
Of telling myself I'm happy
And pushing love away,
I can fold the pain into something useful
Deep inside.
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