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∴

take my hand
rise up
my dear

enough
our days
forsook
to fear

there is no stake to burn you
there is no love to spurn you

·

take my back
lean down
i bear

and trust the traces
of the stripes i wear

·

there is no road untraveled
there is no braid unraveled

·

we are not lost indecency
we are not bound in secrecy

roads and braids
olds and maids

we travel them together
we tie them into knots
we adorn the trail with flowers
we recall what time forgot

bumps and wrinkles, own
for future, sagely sown

·

fill your height
stand in the clear

hand in hand
we rise
my dear

∴

 

 

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