I hold my face between my hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep the loneliness warm—
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.
Photography credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer found at this link (originally color).
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