Our Hearts Remain
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Eric Cockrell
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a torrent of light
poured from your lips,
tastes like shadow
and something more,
undefined...
step by step,
we approach mortality,
with the finality of crossings,
made under duress...
what's left is dust,
turned amber in sunlight...
that bleaches the walls
with infinity's brush.
this, and no more,
certainly no less....
we have lived with passion,
our hearts remain!
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