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Romance

can we ever be sure
of reasons
returned –
or how sweetly
the shape of love can
become
a place we were going
miles past the end
where the road
ran in circles
and we laughed
even then
as we stooped to pick
flowers
we planted the spring
and sat in the shade
of our once
everything

. . .

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