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One week strong;
Like the first who ever did,
Told stories and made stories.
Lay on your chest, hand in your strands
Held strong and tender through a small big screen
Through inventions with almond and coconut
Through a leafed spread and four pillows.
Sprung a leak in my foot while the sky sprang too
Wearing forgotten things you thought looked so well on me.

I wanted to hold strong, but you were at those walls
Fists bloody to be let in so soon, feet blistered from the turn and run.
I was weak and hiding, and you were weak and seeking
My refuge stolen, but not my heart.
And as men often do, your regret will consume.