That afternoon
On the fifth floor When I forgot what it Meant to be Afraid, And you let me see What you had spent Your entire life Trying to hide from the World, I wept with your tears As if I had always been Inside of you, Tucked away In a space That even you could not Destroy. For yes, Despite my belief in the Search, And the courageously laid Out Plan, There would be no finding what could never be lost Only a revealing Of the love You had saved For me
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