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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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Rest here, Heart, in these cupped hands
that make a cradle filled with air- only air- sweet and gentle. O! rest here, my Heart! Gather yourself up and sleep here, in the bowl made by these careful hands- your sister and your brother, both worn and wise. Rest here! O, Heart! sleep a little while- sleep just a while- for a month or a day, while the turmoil carries on without you. Feel the warmth and the safety, where you sleep, cradled, swaddled in safe dreams, wrapped in chaste murmurings, cushioned in a perfect bower of solitude. O! sleep away the bruises, dear Heart! let the tears slide away in your sleep; let love's yearnings gently pulse like a muffled clock in the night- a quiet beat, a kind rhythm draining away passion's purple wounds and stains. O! Heart, rest here, in these two careful hands- your brother and your sister, both worn and wise.
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