My heart is clean,
Though my hands are not
Untouched, unscathed, unharmed
My heart inside
Is safe and warm
It’s my feet that want to run
My heart is warm
Though my tears are cold
Leaving streaks of loss behind
My heart inside
Is safe and warm
It’s my eyes that want to cry
My heart is safe,
Though my dreams are tainted
With loss and pain and guilt
My heart inside
Is safe and warm
It’s my mouth that wants to scream
My heart cannot be touched
It remains sanely intact
Though bruised just a bit.
My hands may be guilty
But my heart is not
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