Its always you
from the beginning and since
solemn, comforting, unquestioning,
In punctures of lost rhyme
in the folds of stolen time.
Remember it like yesterday
moments that beckoned softly
the quivering heart steady lay
in the flight of a stolen glance
fire longs to escape
a rebel to disobedience
willing perpetual slave
love of tender broken wills,
unopened books, heavy hearts
very sweet the young pain
That went straight through
it ends where it began
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