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magic

o tender heart
what distance tears
the keeper
from the seeking
what words
were never heard
(I hear them still)
tender as
ten thousand
tiny wings above
the timbers –
(call me home)
surrendered
as I will

o longing (stay)
within this breast
of all I’ve not forsaken
to know you then
– the path begins
anew
where and why
the truth
(is never gone
from us forever)
returning me
across the night
to you

. . .

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