when men get tender, when men like dads get tender, it leaves a sore, heartwarming and strangely wrenching feeling- almost slightly acidic in the bones, almost like a tight fist that is warm but wrought with sweet pain.
where does the light go?
how do you reconcile being at the bare brink of two worlds?
how do you look?
where do you look?
you can't.
placidly, let her light go.
let them meet in new worlds.
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