saved ~

tornadoday

cc5

o little
of these –
the fairest of me
still sits
in the rain
at the edge of the sun
taking of everything
moments
come clean
rivers yet rising
shall barter
for none

sweetly
remember me
let to the lines
a piece
of forgiveness
forgotten
us now
stirred into
memory
saved to your soul
by a smile
I was wearing –
redeems me
somehow

. . .

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