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savingme

created I
another me –
love I might have known
a dream
(so close)
the touching
never slept
in sheets
ten thousand thread
or more –
who was I to tell
of roads I walked
long –
with dirty soles
to learn again
the truth became
hands to fit
(my own)
paths where none
were gifted
save one
to take me
home

. . .

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