When confronted with your beauty my mind folds in on itself
Unable to bear the weight of such uninhibited creation
Do I embrace it? Run from it?
Am I wanting it too much, or not enough?
I blush, I weep, I scream
I find myself between my life and living,
With no one’s hand to hold except my own
Anger and Apathy are my only defense
What dangerous allies, pain is their reward.
It’s a ragged thought . . . that cuts deep
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