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how is it
that you know me –
another shade of you
a softer voicerumors
and they won’t sound
the same
choices of surrender
let me share
with you my ways
touch me as I know you will
was never not

this remembrance
of a time before our time
locks were pushed away
and curtains fell
rusted beds
and stories told
of places
as fit to one –
another was begun

woods and wind –
as verse repeating
carved our tears
to stone –
a memory of leaving
long ago
crushed beneath the centipede
waiting us the sun
immortal now
is teaching us
to know

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