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and he, this
naive fool
waits for the perfect time
to tell her but nothing ever happens
enough to bring her ’round;

and she, this
waiter, too,
holds on to what may
for hope it will change
when they find the right moment
to wander together in wonder of
the days left before them and the suns
and daughters yet to be made.

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