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had I days
left to squander –
time to give away
the right of grace
sorrows broken free
from everything we wanted
everything we changed
where comes my love
with promise
e’er to be –

a dying wish
a bitter taste –
forgiveness I let lie
negated by the winter
some solace
given here
shall I wait
forever –
this purpose to
one more life
to hold you near

. . .