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Vows

You came to me with a thousand faces, seven circles with agni as witness, shackled to a promise of seven lifetimes. We rubbed this rumor on our lips salving our souls with the taste for belief in our mouths. Do you remember which one was this? Our first, our last? Does it matter? The string is broken, the pearls are lost. The whole strand is a forgotten memory. My words mourn, burn and echo for seven lifetimes.