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flown

of strangers
I’ve forgotten –
breath against my skin
the velvet crush
of whiskey as my name

implied
the way
the path would give
and nights you’d call again
across the miles
a gentle
whispering –

offered one more
every time
gather me to home
where I began
to clear the slate
of those who loved
me long

voices without memory
of time

. . .