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Red (II)

If we believed that the cracks could be smoothed
and tears could be held until time and love dried their roots
Maybe, just maybe, the wall could be painted again like before.

When hope, like the turning of a key, stretches forth to me
Maybe I will offer up a heart encased in a light flesh
And whisper ‘all of me … take all of me’.

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