Aftershock while senses regain
their hold on natural outcomes.
We dove deep into an illusion
of all of our truths descending.
Though one fleeting memory
could remind sad undertones.
We do live in a common storm,
and all our grace and charity,
will forgive its sad mystique,
explained in chartered waters.
We will find ourselves with love.
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