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what solace
recollection –
when all i know
is you
what good the past
for teaching me goodbye
time is a survivor
how it was
to touch your skin –
sorrows without want
to reach me then
what good
the way returning
when all the trees are bare
blossoms floating down
silence sworn
to save me –
was here we fell in love
days becoming days
becoming years
the memory
of another time –
black and white of
words where once
your touch
knew everything

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