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I have wiped the slate clean
Will you draw the promises
That lingered in our breaths
As we kissed the stars
Or will you scribble the wounds
That painted my tears
Of muted submissions.
The choice yours, the fate mine.
And tonight in your feast I will gladly dine.
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