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begmetoshow

cedar
umbrellas
and a whisper at nine –
just as the pink
fades to grey
as dusk lays
her ancient white hands
to my dreams
secrets escape
to the dark
show me
to love you –
beg me recall
with words
I have none
but these lips
who speak within silence
of long –
long agos
of worlds we returned

remember

. . .

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