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The
seal was broken,
the bottle uncorked,
exactly...365 days ago.
And
so, the year
came round (unbound),
to and through the......
moment a wonderful
memory was made.
What
makes THAT thought
so razor sharp?
The crystalline edge
of a burned "cannot.
cutting
away
(all good and bad)
might-have-beens,
"shoulda," "woulda," and
maybes...leaving only
pure feelings of
immeasurable loss...
"Tick,
tock," chant
the hands as they
sweep 'round the clock:
pushing/pulling...
that day away so a
new one can be
borne.
Breathe...
through the ashes
(of the fire your
tears put out),
...and rise.
Be
the rainbow.
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