her hand in your hand
weeping into my daydreams
I weave the cord as I can
tether me quickly
but sweetheart, in your own time
there are many cliffs to climb
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sorrow slapped
small hearts…sorrow slapped,
seem meager, even more so
than ladybug lips
sun sea soars and swells
betwixt forgiveness and blame,
yet…we let her roar
sundry folly 