Surrendering
to promises locked
between two,
hearts held tight
and delicate
as unsure boons,
heavy
with last year's aches,
light with tomorrows,
letting looks
be the words
taking away
all sorrows;
tacenda.

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Restraint
almost obsolete,
desipient for
desipient things
prominent
in making
chests
pound,
a string
of moments
only begun
but feels an eternity
in all the lovely ways:
Love.

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Galaxy lips
and keys
that are her ears,
speaking sunshine
to flowers
from nowhere near,
a girl yet to be
found
to open hearts,
to water seeds
before hate imparts,
sprinkling nurture
for whole goodness'
comeback.

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I was hellbent
on becoming
the me that was,
carefree
as the wind
that never visits twice,
forgetting
to look
into my own eyes
to see a warmth
of summer's dawn
still dripping
in coffee irises,
the inner me
beautiful
as the me that was.

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