My Secret Public Journal
A Window Into My Thoughts, Left Unlocked.
Sunday, March 2, 2025
Upon My Chest
Upon My Chest
By Dave
A weight—
not heavy,
but there.
A warmth—
not fire,
but enough.
A sound—
not music,
but still a song.
A moment—
not eternal,
but close.
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