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for the briefest
of breaths –
soul is the same
as slipped across ages
and spread to a page –
an ending made simple
a vow sure to break
was call to remember
a dream come awake –
unspoken tomorrows
by promise undone
a thief of transgressions
forbidden by none
I shall live
with the learning –
and cling to the bar
was lifted by love
gone a little
too far

. . .