kindness is a common form of love
the drip of its tap like heartbeat
its tempo rowing in place
I can look down at myself
how I've thought I knew it all--
now I fit in whatever comes my way
sifting the hard cuts with a soft care
for moments turn meaningless
without my memories
like spring soil I keep
holding on, I hold nothing back
honestly, all I've taken is inside myself
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