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There had to be you
In that tract I swallow through.
This moment after that I
savor and lament.
Those times before we spy
with instruments meant for
On this pond. This small body
that I try.
This last time I pen in
hopes to find you again.
The beginning of another strand.
Another skit. And I still
think of us in a land
where our home may stand.


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