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breath, home, life, love, remembering, reminders, sacred intimacy, spirit, time, truth, where we remain
make of love
a memory
that I might steal away
whene’er the locks
are lifted
from my door
take of me
the best I am
and give it back one day
whene’er my heart
recalls the will
for more
let me feel
anew
the burn
of need I shall not name
let longing come
to know me
as before
. . .