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sometimes –
I love the word
tho it alludes me –
sometimes i feel
sometimes i love
is ne’er enough
to imagine life sufficient
to take it all apart
where ribbons cut across
my tender heart
forever is more telling
tho rarely sounds the same
when rolling off my tongue –
a brittle lie
forever waits
beyond the ache
eternity implies
where still i yearn
for sometimes –
a breath between

. . .