I have come to the conclusion of this.
The distance resumes its distance, I wince.
It hurts to be so happy yet it is
Its own form of the same unhappiness
it stirred when deterred or was haphazarded
I am hard headed for the sake of it.
Yet without knowing I commit far worse.
For I know nothing about survival
I know little about overwhelmed love
It presses weight on the soft of the soul
It can’t be reduced in its magnitude.
Try what you do the heart is an anchor
IT seems extremely dangerous and yet
here it comes now into the present tense
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