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Empathy

I can slay them
I choose mercy, for the most part
This is the heart of me
bleeding ripe
with the birth of empathy in each moment
Others attempt to impose upon me
(The lock is golden, brass key)
You will not reach me
when I hide my footprints
White downy feather mirage
dissipating vapor
drainage of love juice
whispering white orb of light
gone.
Written by callmemamac
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