The Pact (Blackout Poetry)

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"I want you to wait," she says.
Doesn't reply,
He reaches for her memory
Nights thinking of a kiss
Loving a ghost
She regrets it
Her life,
Pain,
"Don't promise."
The darkness folds over the glint of moon
Two days,
August,
Pecan trees,
And apples
He asks for a sip
You settle again

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