Onze Rouw
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Grief can be suffocating.
And so too.
Love can rob us of breath.

When the words cannot come.
But instead,
is conveyed through touch.

So we dance around the notion.
Of what it's like to be vulnerable in safe arms.
Instead of the bed of thorns we're so used to sleeping on.