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Nov 2015
relation between fade & gain
is much the same

it's change

a fear that leaving your name
with the leaves
will leave me to feel deranged

all is black
reflecting nothing vital

squeezing a spongeΒ Β 
for the last drop
of its golden mold

I keep asking
so you'll tell me I already know
alxndra
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   natasha
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