Eyes filled with wonder,
Yet so forlorn,
Our brittle lives washed with tears,
Here, where the fireweed takes root,
In the new grass,
Our love was born.
Our bodies naked, our flaws unfurled,
Entwined by hopes
That knew no bounds,
We drifted
Deep and far
From the blemished world,
That kept alive our childhood fears.
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