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stop talking
go on
no crying to mama
bout the absence
of plans –
a dream
growing old
don’t let the door
get in your way
of times
you discovered
one more reason
to stay
promise discerned
by the pulling apart
and notes
I left home
on your pillow
one day
clinging to chances
fortunate few –
a touch
not so hard
to resist
leave by the light
of a love
I’ll remember
worried cold
as the last time
we kissed

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