The gentle, strong one
Abides in want
Of a singular connection.

In raw moments
A stare, a thought,
A pain, a word.

Disillusionment is granted
To a psyche
Struggling against it;

A drought of kindred souls
Settles hard,
Clattering, reverberating,

In disconnection
Heart from heart
Blunting all desire.

A torn abyss
An aged child-heart
Wanting a Just escape.

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