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For there are things a loveletter ought to know

I cried rainbows
into these ruins
from hand palms broken
door handles tightened
slowly falling into silence

I dried many a season
all white linen covers
dusted forlorn statics
watching dust fly flaked

life is my longest
truest love

to remind me
that the nature
of nurture

is yet laundering
turning metal
into gold

I cried immeasurably longing
polishing silver with glutton prescient
that only each leap year
would I surrender to grieving

I dried the dress I wore for him
confided to only these stars

to remind me
that the nature
of nurture

life is my longest
truest love
RiAN
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