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I feel her agony
I feel his pain.
I feel his fire.
I feel her fear.
My heart, it aches and aches.
But it is wide enough for all of them.
She told me once she thought of me as a lighthouse
that she looked to when the waves beat mercilessly for too long.
He told me once that goodness was too small a word
for what rests beneath my ribs.
I don't think that is true.
We are a body, one together,
a nervous system,
head and hands and feet and sinew and nerves.
I am the chamber
where blood and grief and mercy
flows and ebbs and returns.