Mère

I see you.

I see your heart box.

I see behind the door.

I see what was missed so nothing for them gets missed.

I see your tight rope.

I see your tussles with the night.

I see your weighted thoughts.

I see your mind’s tape-player playing.

I see your underground.

I see your mountaintops.

I see your heart’s helium.

I see your heart’s weighty anchor.

I see your pureness.

I see the muddied waters.

I see your fallen rain.

I see your internal talley marks.

I see your veritable pride.

I see your blue devils.

I see you.

You’re seen.
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