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Medusa Aug 2019
I count the years that remain

A strange game of solitaire, ignoble
Sometimes I wonder how to end this
For longing can be delicious and yet

This world spins faster and dances away
Perhaps there is another fire to burn me

I only come back to you, fated
Or defiantly unable to

Imagine any other way

But ours
Medusa Aug 2019
If I were dead, I would still dream of us

If I were dust, I might yet believe

The more of our promise

Will come to be

Yes
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