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A minds seduction

Drenched in its own venom

Languishing in the muddied muck of a depressed state

On a desperate day

For lack of the proper chemical rush to the brain

Teetering at the edge of a sadness

Leading to a muddled madness

Going, going, gone into a final contemplation…

When if it were not for you-my love

A tender gentleness somewhere

Which you pitched out in a moment of forgetfulness

Which struck a chord in a stranger

As if has pressed against a boulder

And started an avalanche of such love and kindness

From someones mere memory of your awkward smile

That were it not for you-my love

They would not have produced the abundance of kindness

Which only their riches could afford

But for that gentleness you, yourself once gave

To light the candle

In this darkness

And you thought you might be worthless

When you are only worthwhile

For the next avalanche to inspire