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7.183
3.vii.26
have you
noticed how a name fades?
cherished words
are gone
is there where
they sing still?
paths strewn
with self
yet few will
admit
sharp edges
things called to
their fanfare, torture
just as we
invent
things
themselves other than as were
often now
unnameable
see it in
leaflight
peer through a
cloud
en plein air
in plain sight
what are we
left with?
reach out
touch
say one last
time
our secret
we smooth out a
skin
we write
I’ll keep it
for my always
under an ever
breath
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