than all the beauties.
How can my heart
catch up to you?
I cry to you with my grief
that resounds
in the deep hillsides.
I paint myself into
a sublime wound that bleeds.
My mouth is crooked,
my words are broken.
Who can undo my suffering?
I want you to swing from me
like a swing from a tree.
Cling to me
so that I can be strong,
let me hold you
so that I can be a man.
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