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for another day
let us be –
lest some other
breath become
of memories refined
a place beyond the sun
where morning wakes
the night
with destinies to grieve
as one
most surely one
our faults to ease
for another touch
every word
suffers my surrender
no way for getting back
for getting home
come this sweet permission
to take
please take of mine
to spare our love –
the only truth
i know

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