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Over Time

Over time, this pain

May graciously subside

While the day turns to years

And the years intertwine


But these unanswered questions

These caustic reflections

Have no hope to offer, no faith to engage

No unhelpful suggestions

All vexed interjections

With no place to rest but in rage


Over time, this pain

May silently subside

While the day turns to years

Through the lens of a memory, revised


10th February 2021

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