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Forgiveness in a water glass—
drink it deep.

Feel those chilled spheres of condensation
grow around its delicate rim:
tentative beads threaded to the surface,
each a tiny globe of calm.

A love existed—
does exist—
simply because it cannot not exist.

This love is permanent in polished marble;
a hand-sculpted fount,
from which endless subterranean water flows,
always clear and cold
and pure.

And it’s from here I filled your glass—
so drink it deep, love.
This aquifer is forever,
and will never run dry.

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