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Like water slow dancing down my wall.

You waited patiently for the week to pass,

Till you thought my eyes may no longer hold its damp

Trickle that threatened to strike my cheek.

The weight of mourning felt heavy at dawn

As strong as the thundering rhythm in my ears

Loud peals, shutting out all sound

Each beat, pulsing past my throat

Filling my lungs with stolen kisses of air.

Bid me not to be warm, be strong, adjust,

Familiar with roads unchartered, unknown.

My greatest fervent wish for you my friend

Is that you will never understand, or know

May this wound never be yours to bear

Nor heal.