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within this heart
a tired house
with rooms
for all I’ve loved
ones I held
those I lost
save for my resolve
memories are such
the walls are falling
I can’t see the door
once I knew
the weight of love
the weight of letting go
a porch leans down
to meet the stars below
but there’s no need
no guarantee
of room beyond this breath
no absolute
my heart will hold it

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