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Twig and Tender
Beneath my feet
Meadows and valleys and mountain passes
Have passed
Without callousing me toes
Though, somehow my heart seems harder
To the touch
Love, what are you?
A story?
A breath?
Or, something deeper?
I clearly recall
The fleck of flint and steel
The orange of twig and tender
Like flash paper
While the cosmos above
Drew my attention away
Before I could feed the flame
