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for every day
another willed
a time where none
are known
a dawn where once
we lingered
not so long

eternity was passed
into the still
of might have been
a sigh against
the nevermore
of skin

a kiss
where words
went willingly –
with promises to claim
a story weaved
from where I fell
when first I heard
your name

. . .