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I circle back to you continually Back to the rough-edged hole in the earth agape and still raw left raped and rendered. ..

love and loss

The way the sea rolls in, you can see debt and redemption within every wave. Every change is an assertion that there is no change. It holds..

We thought they that mattered tasted nothing less than warm, soft sky. Over idea I breathe. My rhythm flows. None can storm our circle.

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