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Perhaps we never partedNever did, because we never really couldDivide the imperfectionsFrom the infinite reflectionsThat we never really startedTo perceive the way we said we always would So now we hold departureLike an ornament that waits to meet a treeIn days of burning summerWhere remembrance merely slumbersAnd the stars are set as archersAnd the pinesContinue reading “Leads”