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sweetlyrise

there’s a name
at the heart
of every remember
a silence
worn clean
to the bone
the truth
is my story
the ways
of my passing
a path through the wood
where evergreen grows
an abundance
of living
for love to aspire
gathered in bunches
and left by the gate
tied with a ribbon
forgotten by summer
was the first day
all over
again

. . .

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