Out of all my screaming,
crying,
dying,
a beautiful sound
soothes my cries.
The delicate notes
and the rythm of my heart
come together to ease my pain.
Words that are spoken for me,
and leave me with no will to scream.
I value this,
and hold this close to my heart,
where a dagger once lie
to peirce my heart.
It heals me.
Lovingly.
I only wish
that you could be here
to share this with me.
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