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Nov 9 · 60
The shadows followed
Black smoke obscured my view
Unable to see
Invisible hands out of the blue,
Demanding I cease to be.

Like leaves in autumn dangle,
My memories on the verge of descent
Words spoken weave a web of tangle
Leaving only me to repent.

Trees rustle,calling me home
Black shadows followed, darker than coal.
Isolated I stood but never alone.
In remembrance of the faces that time stole.

Now you dwell inside the rhythm of my breaths,
As close to us as we are to ourselves,
Even though your days were brief,
Your spirit was live awake and complete.

— The End —