17 March 2014
she is sad
I cry
I hug strangers
I say I love you every time it bubbles up in me
to you
to me
to strangers
to She who courses through every vein of Creation
and I do not feel ashamed to acknowledge
the pain of the world
the stain of the creeping sadness of the lost and the wailing
the us
the people of the earth
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