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wherever this
some tuesday morn
before the sun arrives
an echoing of engines
in the night
a ways beyond
the coming back
to find our place anew
a flood of stars –
falling through

wherever this
may take us –
a world beyond the pines
some distant sea
dreamed in sapphire blue
miles before
the lay me down –
what would you have me choose
when all
my heart remembers
is a wish
by you

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