Thinking today of the well of the tears of joy:
a small sweet well in some overgrown,
verdantly corridored green place...
and so easily forgotten -
I’d show you if you believed it of my heart.
I’d rather you just stayed in your own way.
Away,away,
another way from my own.
Way away.
Thinking about emotions, rationalizing,
Is like putting the two poles together
and expecting them to stay apart…
My iron filing writing making patterns
from the shifting of those magnetics.
But it is a natural pattern.
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