Tango Words

Another Autumn Now

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 Your wild grief at something
 lost to the searching
 blade turns on itself
 spilling the darkness
 beneath the moon’s call
 
 Crouching from all touch
 you accept a much more
 comfortable pain
 unable to defy
 its casual absences
 setting you echoing
 
 And the journey through
 these lonely freedoms
 will start again
 with a dark drop of the heart

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