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The Promise
Memories wept
thru words we felt
as they teetered
on the ledge,
silence held
hands entwined
sensing morrow
of frittered edge
Lot had denied
an ageless vow,
as once,
each vowed the same,
with echoing word,
solemnly heard,
'Our Promise
Will Ne'er Wane'
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