the sound on your lips,
just at the end of eternity,
of drawing strength and change,
moving forward from the past
to the future.
the movement from what was:
the muddy landscape,
the empty faces,
the belief in only tomorrow;
to the drawing forward,
the eternity of completeness,
a sense, a taste, there:
on the tip of your lips
saying the name
and falling completely.
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