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Anew How does it begin How does anything begin but with an ending of something old abandoned, forgot. Like favored shoes of long ago. or neglected stuffies that once or twice held you through the darkest night Ryhmes of childhood spoken to the beat of a skipping rope no longerer remembered no longer spoke It is to this that I bequeath my darkest sadness Yet onto to this alter heave my greatest hope There can be newness in death when the old words finally run out of breath |
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