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If I could offer anything in the form of solace,

Some rectitude to ease your mind,

A flickering indication that your sanity need not be in question…

 

How could you trust my convictions

Coming from the very source of your apprehension?

 

But if you had seen us collide in a tumultuous affair

Perhaps you’d understand the perfect joy I feel

When my thoughts carry me to a perfect place

 

And even if tears fall, now they’re perfect dew drops

Cascading down a face that griped with despair

And buried it deep in the folds of time