dust gathers the final few
answers it needed,
to evoke, feel, endure
a thousand more dawns
that so fervently shaped
the greater things to come,
an unraveling, unshelling
of secrets and thoughts
we have so shamelessly
denied - embracing what
is left, owning what we could
of the broken sky and
wounded air that carry
the trace of our happiness.
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