Refinement

There is something to be said, I think

At the heart of things, there is a great, swelling sadness

A sadness beyond the realm of common feeling

A sadness with no tale, no push or pull

A sadness that is not particularly known here

But has its home in all places

Don’t think of pity nor remedy

You draw closer now

Refine this sense

Open out

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