I would hold your head for ever on my shoulder, were you willing.
I would rend my back so that you would not need yours.
I would grasp this moment like a thistle. I would make my hand bleed in its grasping.
Your burden light as thistle down. I would bear it for you if I could, old friend.
Posted by: Chris Clarke
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