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Pain like water spreads and flows
Trickles into the darkest hidden depths
Climbs through the capillaries
Evaporates suddenly under the hot sun
Condenses again unexpectedly

If you try to build a home on pain
It waits in the walls
Rots the floorboards
Shorts out the power
Demands random desperate repairs

Better to see the marsh
Drain it
And seal it off