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we’ve bumped and bruised without soothing lumps,
been once too far to feel my jumps,
but weakened less than valentine months,
my heart has pinched from bows.

i rose and winced at pangs that pry,
not so your hands would graze my sides,
but more to show i feel these pains.
and pain for you inside.

we tripped and scraped our knees aside,
but landed so the land would sigh,
and hand us fast and last goodbyes,
seeing nothing would break our stride.

we’ve further been than we’ve stood of late,
and burned within our storied fates,
but learned that grins or a furrowed face,
can’t face what we have at stake.

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I made it.

2007