Standing On a Hill in My Mountain of Dreams
telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems
Dé Céadaoin, Bealtaine 26
when it breaks
you
are
a person.
and your eyes are holding on tight
to something that aches in your insides
to something, in your sky lights
you
are
with
out me.
and we are more than lives apart.
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