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gifted words
a solace immortal –
was a stranger’s voice
the heart of one I know
when lives are lived
spawns a world of second starts
wherever i am born
was in your arms
i died before
some other time
as longing spent
i promised to return
a whisper buried deep
beneath the bone
let me be
forgiven –
i never meant to go
allowing for a moment
not yet claimed –
words become
a memory –
love I’ve yet to squander
a heart that holds
directions home
my promised

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