Just by Sitting There

joy blown into my bones
like the breath of God that brought life to man
little lost boy’s heart shaking, quivering
here’s a steady hand to hold the sails
I’ve got sharp prickles and points
but my insides are turned into mush
and my hinges oiled
by just one smile
this must be how it feels like
to be inside a castle’s keep

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