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For you, I gave away my quiet
my exile and my longing
and you took it as a passed down heirloom
A hope in the clenched palm of agony

but now in broken silence
I offer it as, to you
untamed and unbound
and only yours
take it or leave it as such
but know it was always there
Waiting for you
even when you were not

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