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what of this
take it all
make it yours somehow
free my hands
by lightning scored
tho who could trace them now
spare this kiss
that bears your name
your tears –
a summer storm
make of years
a path beneath the rain
close the boxes
turn away
leave this life behind
steal my letters
take the land –
the breath that once
held mine

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