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grand pressigny

The climb is dizzying

Each step closer to cloud

They whisper promise of rain

As you whisper promises hot

To my neck. I blush to the sound

Of it: what you promise to do.

I weaken at each word

Fall and rise to your touch.

I wonder who stood

Years before us, fought

For this land, as you once

Fought for me. Pushed

Back the boundary,

Take what is yours as I ran

To the bell tower, took

Firm the rope, and set

The clapper in motion

It licked each side ringing

Alto and sweet.

My bell tolled only,

For you, for you.

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