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will fate decide
the coming back
familiar though it seems
to find anew your hand in mine –
trading words for rings

how surely now
my heart is stilled
by the thought of letting go
longing wears a favored gown –
becoming all
I know

a fleeting smile
and lifetimes fade –
at the memory of your face
moments cleft from heaven
are evidence
of grace

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