Sometimes
To
watch
her
leave.
Is like
watching
myself
crawl
out of
life.
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Sometimes, she walks away
with such a disturbing calmness,
That she leaves behind a storm.
And though
autumn knows
the time of year
the address of her home ,
still the leaves
cannot travel
to her,
near her,
beyond her.
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| she walks away |
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