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Vein
the space gone
(she already let go)
past settled-in
down to the marrow
the core of flame
he watches her
through eyes of
the silent observation
yes the space is gone
(he knows the emptiness)
the sure blackness
of the past alive--
the writhing forms
her passion yielded
(such inspiration)
the bond tight
exquisitely so
the flow free--
flaming blood from
the Vein the oh
of falling apart
(the beautiful pain)
the falling together
and flowing again
into the space
returning to
the utter forgivingness
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