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within this place
of waiting –
shall I will you come
for me
and remember not
the want
we wasted here
the sweet refrain
until whispers
become flesh
til all I knew
was only you

a melody
corrected –
from somewhere
we began
as the afternoon
fell sweet
into the stars
when for a moment
wishes were
our way for getting back
a slice of love
became this place
we are

. . .