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I found you in the space /
\nbeneath blood and bone.

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How long I waited
to take the stone out of my chest.
And here you are,
keeping the first rose by your bed.

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Call it kismet, call it fate,
but I call you home.
Gone are the nights of empty hearts,
and dreaming in the dark.

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I found you in the space
beneath blood and bone.
No more living in rust and ruins,
and hiding from endless days.

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The light came back to my life
the first time we said:
all yours,
all in,
always.

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\"Bealtaine
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Sophie Raoufi

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Sophie Raoufi is a British-Iranian poet and writer who takes inspiration for her work from love, loss and technology. She lives in London.

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