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Unspent Dawns
TL;DR A poem of leaving that is also a victory — walking away from neglect while carrying the lessons of love forward into unspent dawns.
I arrived to you as a harbor battered by its own waves, salt‑scored, muttering to gulls that never answered. In your quiet courtyard my storms fell silent— we planted lemons in the clay and their small roots took hold the way forgiveness does: unseen, unhurried.

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