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just such

was once before
my heart was filled
and I could not resist
a moment more
than what was come –
as words
within a kiss

was once before
I memorized
each line upon your face
what tender worlds
my hands have known –
each mystery

was once before
I knew you now –
a memory dispersed
by life
by death
by roads between
the last kiss
and the first

. . .