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I ache for you
(No, not with the longing for your physical presence—
Although I surely miss the ease of conversation
That proximity facilitates,
Rather) I ache with pain on your behalf.

It is a frightening thing to glimpse another's soul—
I did that years ago.
Like everything incomprehensible and awesome which we encounter,
With which we co-exist,
This frightening thing fell into the commonplace.

Now, as I feel this pain—
Your pain,
The hurt, betrayal,
My anger at those who would dare to hurt you—
I am again frightened by this awesome power,
But most of all
I ache.

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