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in the pause
of grey November –
bluest feathers
ashes fell
into secrets
I remembered not to tell
lest they soar away
pearly blue
wingeds seeking flight
floating into echoes
all can hear
will another sun
be realized
things I whispered there
written to your skin –
upon your soul
will I remember silence traded
when I’ve forgotten
every word –
will love become
the only voice
I know

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