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May 17
Wed among many,
Scowl among one.
Trammeling, unbinding…
Ropes frey,
Unraveling,
Until the last strand is cut.
Trivial as sand,
Unions once held.
Thumping, Beating…
Hearts tripped
to run.
Precious is
The last dawn’s beginning.
Renewal, breath…
Hold dear
Blue waters,
Heaven’s closer
Than it is not.
Written by
Cheyenne Chenoa  F
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