Unabridged
Redeeming close calls and inaccurate detentions. This is the enduring longing that I'm trying to put into words. I imagine something to say and then realise that it has already been written by someone else somewhere else.
That doesn't retain an eloping heart.
All that poetry that remains unabridged, and me just arriving late at its receding shore.

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