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chance

a slivered edge
of promise
threaded to a scar
has severed now the line
that held my fate

pressed into
the satin sash –
folded thrice
or more
til words are split
along my yesterdays

as penance
to the keeping –
treasure weights the shelf
above the proof
of tears
we fell between

the sweetest
vow remember me
penned into my soul –
remnants of
a love –
I used to know

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