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carved

carved

your dreams evaporate

still teardrops

hovering above me

rainbows i see

_

whoever carved your face

will never feel

or see

the scented rivers of tears

you wanted to seal

for me

_

yet you still fly me

to blooming meadows in spring

to melting sunsets errupting

violets and blues

your hand you give me,

forgiving

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