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lest that you
remember –
how it was
here in my arms
poetry spilled over
from the past
gleaming like a river
slicing through the pines
as you were choosing
let or beg me stay
fill my cup
with everything you lack

were that
be all I ever asked
a place to fall
kinder hurts to grieve
when every vow is spoken
will you believe me
then –
how I came for you
surviving –
as distant was the life
we chose to leave

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