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FLEETING HOUR

She comes to heal

the wounds you hide,

to draw the truth

from your inside.
She opens your eyes,
you did not know
you could see the light 
you once had to give. She marks your soul
with a silent flame, a touch that never
speaks of you, yet leaves you marked, changed forever, your broken pieces
are rearranged. She teaches you that a single glance can be an eternal,
gentle expanse. A fleeting hour,
luminous and true, can live within you forever, too. For in the loving
gaze of another, you glimpse
the infinity of life, the face of everything
you have known, your one Love,
revealed, then stolen. Not meant to last, but meant to awaken the love you carry
for your own good.



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