The mind is a fragile thing
So hard to physically delve in.

Too many long hours
Regurgitating the same angst-

And the bosom will fret
To stop

But ah, if I…
As a wee creature like myself…

If I can search for more inside
Of  you,

Than you can see…

I would smile
And smile
And love you.

And twist, and open your rib-cage.

To set your heart free.


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