tumbling down from above those depths of your pain on a
steep and quick trajectory is a pain all my own yet
somehow borne of the same river as yours.
listen! can you not hear the storm approaching,
feel its ions as it nears your own running, can you not
sense the pending crossing of our paths?
if only to luxuriate and lay in the heart of you, to soothe
the ache of your own open wounds as mine fierce burn
i would linger to touch you, our pain entwined at rest.
yet i fear i cannot stay here, for your own pain shall
cut no deeper and though i yearn to stay with you
through the darkness my own pain is carrying
me down, down to further places
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