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dearly beloved

A gentle melody

that nudges— awakens, a memory

it wasn’t love then, not yet

just a noncommittal thought

that you would always be there.

The tune was dusty, metallic

a music box phantom from somewhere

the ashes of ashes

vibrating soft melancholy

of a forgotten matter of fact.


to the unconditional love between a child and it’s parents.

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