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will e’er there be
a place remembered –
a touch I defended
long past goodbye
a breath
this becoming to rent
this wondrous remission
of time
will e’er I know
what words could not bear
what lies would not keep
from the truth
a vow made to shadow
and brushed onto skin –
felt by the moon
by the stars
one more day

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