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remembered this
from somewhere
once before
longer still
my ache when shadows
warm the place
i am
a fragrant kiss
of the ways i’d come to hate
nights to pass the miles
from sleep to dream
gathered up
in trinkets –
nurtured by my lust –
cursing of
another time
was nothing left
of us
save for these
we were here
and i was home –
lifetimes tracing echoes
of me now

. . .