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Every Year.

too many
promises leave us
broken.
every. year.
a youth seeks life,
an aged, afterlife.
some. times
they meet
to know how
age wears us
differently
and when she’s done,
like a stem pulled by
a hurrying storm
we’re removed.
the explanation
won’t make sense.
but like every story
we end.
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