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Here's a poem I wrote in my head during my drive home today: 

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One day you will hold me 

One day you will hold me

so close I become

cityless,      

after the earth

     has fallen to sea.

One day you will hold me

so all things lonely

become ghosts, 

      after I have seen my enemies flee

      after my bones have 

      lifted off like 

      question marks 

      no longer in need. 

One day you will hold me

as though 

I was a lost,

precious thing. 

One day you will hold me

and both of us

will sing.