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my gotcha day fell on ash wednesday this year
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Dust as I am, I shall return;
Whence I came, there I go.
But in the here and now-not-yet
Is the arrow stabbing my heart when you
Wrap yourself around me.
I wander, but am not lost;
I find and have been found.
I have left evidence of myself
And your goodness to me
All over the scene.
I am dragged and ragged but am not drowned.
I burn, but will only be
Consumed to dust and ash for a blink of an eye before
I awake again as your eternal flame.