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brought whiskey from
the cellar
tomatoes nearly green
wrote to you of oceans
caverns filled between
the first i thought to tell you
my love was yours alone
would free you from
the ache of carolina –
arms that feel so empty
have you gone

too far
from where we started
to unravel what was ours
one night we said too much
and fell away
i remember when the truth
succumb to shadow
a reach beyond the place
i prayed
to find you
forgotten every reason
left to stay

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