The day is heavy with the mundane,
then suddenly the thought of you
cuts through
the web that holds me.
I fall ---
and smile in the tender breeze that you bring,
and weep for the secular stains that I bear.
Crash is inevitable,
but for a moment I feel content,
guiltily passionate,
and free.
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