commited to me
when i wasn't willing to sign a contract with myself
honored me
when couldn't just couldn't sigh
and be
discovered beauty
when
this treasure chest
was shining
shining
right inside
shining
shining
crying
believing
tears are healing agent
saline
salt
truth
hurt
pain
love
all of the above
things that rhyme
things that
simply
won't
perfect iambic pentameter
the kind
that david e. kelley writes
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