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Nov 2015
I brought your letter
to the edge of a creek
where black birds reign
and the red ants crawl
I left it with the current
All your worth
A handful of words
Bottled to preserve
I left it with the current
and watched it drift away
I left it with the current
and watched you slip away
Written by
what a waste
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     Earl Jane
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