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So we part, you and I.
Above ourselves, under the sky.
So we take our last leave.
No lines to pine.
Your easy dismissal my reprieve.
From that we turn
and cease never to see.
That lilt in breath
that takes us eagerly.
Freely I loved, openly I
grieved. That from the
earth we all receive.
The pen is my intent.
Ever mocking what
could have been.

11/17/18