Playing the part

There are
holes in the
heart that the
sunshine does not
fill - there is
devastation and
no time to kill there is
hurting and
breathing and
searching for fill and
there is nothing
and no-one but
self skill in
living and staying
persuasion and
humbling being -
the only
part you can
play poles
apart from the real.
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