#12
All of this has happened before
and all of this will happen again
a constant remembering/
forever displacing

Our hearts will break
and spill our lifeblood on the ravished ground –
only to recreate and blossom anew

No cuts or burns to remind us
of the days before
//a constant forgetting//

and arms that have embraced a thousand times
find each other again
and touch that first touch
(again & again)

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