sunsets breathing, glances
reigning, the light chasing
what could be memories,
and reveries, toward the
sanctified and perpetual,
re-tracing the shrines and
altars that once held
the end and the beginning
of us, of this, of you and
me - but clearly, i know
only of beginnings with you,
i know only of the fiery,
passionate onset that
has taken us this far.
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