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i am touch
where intention
spilled to the light
flailing as vows
to be heard
a long night beginning
with no easy answers –
let me sleep
with my heart
on your sword

i am graces
neglected –
secrets let be
lifetimes made over
let me stay
for a moment
before I am fade
to nothing
but words
on your skin

. . .