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Ours: to never learn the beginning of it all, keeping you alone; almost-overheard voices that had gone |
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as far as they could go were ready to return, waiting for the call sooner than they'd know, missing by a |
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night. |
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Did you hear it in the wind? |
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I couldn't make it down, cloudy, in the lights fading out. |
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And, folded in a letter that I found, remembered just in time: forgetting to forgive never turning back |
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around, stretching at the seams, pulling back the hood, forever, as a gaze you didn't really mean, |
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stricken as we stood broken, as we made time for make-believe, stealing, when we should, what we |
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couldn't give away. |
