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forawhile

sometimes
still
you find me here
pressed between the pages

a verse or so
you never meant
to write

is colored
by carnation
to match
the aging sun
lines erased
passions to ignite

these fragile sheets
where secrets hide
beyond the grasp
of time
eternal as a moment
where history is laid

in words –
the heart
remembers us
the same

. . .