i don't care
what you call it
heart
mind
reason
death
life
nothing is
reasonable
about love.
the worst is
the i want
no love
if you need
to want.
no love
if you need
words.
i will be,
even crying
i will survive
as a child
i don't give up
i will not die
not now
i will rise
and soar
with broken wings.
i will go
and find
a shaman
to mend them.
he will be me.
i will look for him.
i met him there,
i met him here.
he blows a whistle
and has brown eyes.
but you cannot,
cannot see his eyes.
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