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from death
the heart is blinded
to loves
we loved before
a promise made one summer’s eve –
the vow of evermore

what memories
would grieving bear
the wrath of consequence
a moment unremembered –
when nothing else
makes sense

how much of this
was traded
for a kiss
beneath the fall
how much became of destiny
was ne’er a choice
at all