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The True Cost


With nothing to offer

but my own confusion,

I wandered through the night

 

Holding you close

while letting you go,

a darker prophecy claimed the light

 

The end came too soon,

the beginning was dead,

all connection torn and lost

 

In the distance to cast

our last lot to goodbye,

redemption—the true cost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020) 

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