The delicate truth evades me
Does it always have to be so rough? So cold?
I feel it in my porous flesh
Akin to the ache in my bones
It runs from me like a stranger
Yet it hits close to home
But I look for it
Like a child searching for waldo
It’s a red and white hat
That exists in a sea of unknowns
Love always, Esha ❤
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