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What is that part of me that wants so

Badly to possess him?

Certainly that part is bred of

Fear, attachment, clinging

It is the part that wants

To relax, give up

Die?

I want him to fill the hole

The hole in my body

My mind

And soul

Sensing the desperate, grasping child

I see the error of my way

And like the butterfly

I try to free him

With open hands

And an open heart

Radiating love