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ou've turned to stone,
hardened by that word.
I cannot soften the blow
or relieve your paralysis.

The numbness, none-ness
sets in,
creating nausea
and a desire to flee.

I want to flee into
your arms.
To merge my tears
with yours
and thus create
a pool of strength.

You flee to an inner
blackness
unwilling to release
your pain.

Release, please,
let us pool our weakness
and our tears
to make a strength
that will sustain us both.