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Rowen Aoyama Mar 2019
I want to
live,                            die,
like the leaves
falling                          fallen
kissing the earth
but—                              and
in the wind
dancing,                         swept
into a dream
again                        into a
                                     shadow
Rowen Aoyama Feb 2019
Memories of us fall like
snowflakes, beautiful, fragile,
evanescent as they melt
into the tears that dapple
my blue bed.
My hair flows like the river,
frozen,
just like the day we met,
just like the heart that resides within,
no longer brave enough to beat for you
when you are framed
in black and white.

— The End —