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the truth
is written somewhere
tucked amid the rhyme
memories –
watered down by time

the ease
of barely touching
skin erasing skin –
a tender kiss
remembers me

whatever this surrender
tis a life
I put behind –
purple fields
and poetry
swimming in your eyes

I wake
within a dream
within the dream we made –
searching in the dark
to find a page

. . .