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slumber is fleeting
so is the promise of love
which can easily
be lost
this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you
I let go
breathe more deeply
my heart opens
freely
some days I wish I could fade into nothing
but then your love reminds me to stay
I plant roots and let love grow in me
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