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come-for-me

where was I
when teardrops fell
dancing in the garden
fingers sweat
with honeysuckle vine
whispering
my reverie ~
as secrets to the morning
lest only then
heaven hear my cry
with prayers
for one more
evermore
roads to take me home
~ as stars along
an endless stretch
of blue

. . .

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