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Best
The best of all we've shared
has burned us both but not away
--endings really don't exist
Brokenness may be our road
--endings really can beget
never will I forsake our ashes
(die, let me, beneath your wings)
singing to me of all your brokenness
I promise to listen, to feel
you are my Flame--purify me
into the we that you believe
again--our best of all
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