it is a place
we never made
or arrived
a place of best intentions
a place together they could
describe
if separate it differed only by slight shades
they
could see it
feel the heat of
its blush its promise
just on the other side
of the next rise
it never waned
not rise after rise
after rise
after
rise
after
after . . . .
it was a place
we never made
or will
cant
because
only he was now
he hadnt the will to be there without
her
to share
Tuesday, 2 1.
07
1133, Saturday,
23 11. 24
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