It's more,
A presence,
Not just presents,
A gift,
Given on the most exalted day.
A heart, waning,
A heart, fumbling,
Lost, without passion,
Worried about pain.
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Every day,
Like Sunday,
Not normal,
Not gray.
The end, isn't here.
The beginning, not there.
The past yields
A beginning, an end,
A tale, untold,
A life, un-lived.
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