Stop but for a moment. Now,
thinking to past, remember how
you were before, when you wore love sent
by listening along to a covenant
of cemented sounds of soul,
bound unto the heart you stole,
and wore uncaringly on your sleeve.
Take every thought you bore, and leave
unfettered and flawless, flying fast,
as if the gift of thinking to past
were passed between us, unseen somehow.
So, stop but for a moment now.
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