The Dance of Wounds


A pecuilar thing it is to feel another's pains.
Around, about and in, we'll dance until we're gone.
Through minutes and weeks we can find happiness
for a moment.
Sadness alone seems less bearable,
but with you I have learned to bear it.
Together in our dance of wounds I'll be okay with you.

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