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your name
when I am tired
exhausted
in need of deep rest
when doubts consume me
when I refuse to feel
when nothing seems to land
and I can’t listen
thoughts of you
gift me memories
of moments
I felt free
in your presence
wiping away worries
before they take root
centering me in the eye of the storm
of torment I am bound to
until I am remembering
who I am
when your name
tastes good
in my heart
it is then that I know
what we share
remains untouched by time