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Letting Go

Letting Go


I dreamt I saw you.

Perhaps I did see you

in the distance of my 


And I caught the moment

stilled in shock


held on to it.

I held it 


the past held

for another moment,

our past,

and then I freed it

to fly 


like a bird,

as if you

were a bird.


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