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forgiven now
the sweetest cut
stitches formed of blood
the curs’ed class
of circumstance
and will that never would

clashing angels
and nights they envied me
a moment of surrender
to sheets of destiny

forgotten trail
of breadcrumbs
across this lonely floor
were left by grace
another day
would bring you to my door

forget the past
I have no pride
would keep me from your shade
or mornings to awaken
by loving – unafraid

forgiven now
the truth undone
by life –
this split apart
reality made dearer still
than e’er the two
of hearts

as mercies spilled
to pages blank –
dreams to populate
with stories
of tomorrow –
forgiven now the wait

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