A small room
a quiet known
in secret
you say hello
you're torn
your belongings
space and time
cords vs folly
what's given
-cant be.
but what is had-
what's real, is treasure.
your name
your body and your bones
a soul
never fondled
not possessed or considered
is all;
nothing else is.
It is every
every crack,
every crevice,
every holding
nothing else
nothing small
nothing taken
or withheld,
matters,
is measured,
but your soul
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