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for moments there
sun bleached red
leaves were
falling down
parchment wings
against the sky
I’ve never been
one to curse –
one to bleed for long
the sky split open

names resurface
pieces of a way I cannot find
tempted by a place
I linger still
with so much to remember
so few to put it down
prayers to ease
the wanting –
for words beyond
my will

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