Maybe you too
have believed the lie,
that you are made
new
every seven years.
That a year of jubilee
finds a new creation,
and nothing of your
former self
remains.
You should know
better, beloved.
Some things are
stronger than
science.
This heart,
constant and steady,
has always held
you.
These eyes
have always seen
only you.
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