Clear like milk glass and honey sweet
smokey sunsets part the days
light and dark
No longer listening in silence
within my reach is half hope, half agony
a heart even more your own
than the one encased in body and bone
undeviating, never inconstant.
I am hearing your voice, the tones lost on others
are found in me.
And within my mind
the familial and the foreign come together
grace and fate
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