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One moment to the next
There was a moment, once
Something real, tangible,
Something honest
Hard to see that now
in the loss
Hard to even look
Blinded by hindsight
The acrid residue
of our mistakes
When we forget
then we can fondly remember
acceptance, for all it once was
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