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all I really know, dreams, life, love, moments, seasons, soul memory, spirit, time, what we keep

forsaken now
the breach of days –
the breath of years gone by
these hands
where eager dreams
were laid –
with ne’er a wonder
why
how is it
I’ve forgotten
how I knew –
for love we came
tis all I’ve kept
of living –
but for chance
to feel the same
. . .








