for Lois

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With you I don’t kill time till time kills me
And I would miss you because you’d never leave
That is the highest value, consigned like family;
my sibling I was not instructed to love

It’s so easy, this vulnerable intimacy;
no cling to agro youth as we take our seat

Ours is a permanent love seldom on display
in growing observation that does not take
away the benefit of the doubt; we benefactors
heal together plotting the wondrous day

And don’t insult the witch:
This is not naivete;
It is a pact with heaven through hell
We question unafraid

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