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Strong Shoulder


My bones dry for your bereaved heart
Drank from the wells of your pains
Yet wouldn’t let it out for your sake
My tears have I made scarce
I exposed you to my strong shoulder
To lean on the bed of comfort
And come alive with fresh breath
My words carefully selected
To give medicine to your heart
Just to touch that part of joy



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