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My Love begins a pebble
striking the smooth glass
at self-imposed limits
of life.
The combined momentum
brings that first fracture
of clarity with beauty
etching glass.

Ragged tendrils grow
with breaths of summers’ heat,
broken limbs from rage,
and emotions frosting distances,
no two moments of love alike.

A blink in a blinding moment
shatters self, sandblasted clear,
salted road spray
streaking my blood and tears
to fade into wind.

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