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desguised graces

of stones
four hundred more
than mine –
the path to you was traded
forsaken as the sin
that held me here

to know you
as I knew you well
how sweet the coming back
became of longing –
one more passing
near

became a story
told by hands –
silence has her way
of folding into
destinies the same

were places I’d forgotten
how the hell
you made me feel
years have gone
and taken me
to blame

where are you
what words are come
what taste is on your lips
as truth to lie awake
beyond your will

the leaving
makes a deeper cut
than e’er the welcome home
arms have waited lifetimes
to be filled

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