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when the dust
is all but settled –
and ashes have turned blue
where’re the rivers rise
I’ll come for you
before the stars are taken
before the dawn is crest
when mountains turn their faces
on the sea
one word
my heart will carry
one flame into the dark
where souls await
a coming back for more
I shall tarry
with that sweetness
with not a want for breath
e’er another life
erase your

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