Never taken, nor defeated.
The touch is soft, mild, and weakened.
What’s the matter?
Where are the tears?
Of resentment, after so many years.
It’s still there.
Inside
Ticking like a timed mine.
Keep it all in, if you dare.
Think of it as liquid, handle with care.

WZ

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