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the stars I saw when fist hit head

wove galaxies I danced in

with smiles you never saw.


the tears I shed in fetal quiet

hushed aftermaths and respite

swelled oceans I soared on

with peace you never knew.


the screams I held in hidden heart

and sculpted self preservation

bore mirrorwalled worlds I healed in

with love you cannot fathom.


the pains you wrought in all I gave

fueled freedoms you can never taste

with compassions even you deserve.


and in the end my thanks wash you over

with wellsprings you can only ever yearn

as you fumble blind in empty miseries

through whirling tornados in the dusts of my wake.

© 2024 Misfit Musings

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