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Unlost years
never spoken
out in the open
daily records
I was there
alone and wandering
found you in the cracks
and roots
grooves deep and shallow 
where the rain will flow
soaking the marrow
and the knot
claims in life
covered and enriched by what becomes 
when we are quiet
in the wind and cold

I still found you
alive among the dead
my fingers fit
delighted eyes
everywhere I find

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