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She lived like a constantly raw nerve,

feeling every change in the wind,

wanting to help but hurting,

shaking when she tried to be still,

like a leaf, her embrace in winter

held on, like me, she felt too much

-no hyperbole here, but really-

honestly felt, desperately felt,

faithfully felt, ceaselessly felt

-maybe that’s like everyone, but I doubt it-

like the aching of blown knees in the wind

like our throbbing teeth, fading, she felt

and, like everyone, she sought comfort

                                                         in oblivion