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when i have gone
and save for one remembered
a failing light
one fragile night
alignment just like this
fates resigned
roads erased
and not a map was made
would bring me back
the way
that you remember
this way
when evening slips
to twilight
there your laughter sleeps
cupped within the timbers
ancient evergreens
i will wait
the nightbird’s singing
until the morning dawns
when dew has fallen
to the place
where i have gone

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