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Nov 2015
Leave me here beneath the willow,
beneath the setting skies:
Now that I finally have a moment alone,
I can learn to drown my cries.
The water here is cool
as if from fall's frostbitten lips,
and I long for some revival
in her ever gentle kiss.
It is the seasons and I
who have missed you the most;
February and its fears.
But it is this willow tree that will coax
out from within me all these tears.
What if you never come back to me?
Whatever will I do?
To whom will I give my love,
when this wood has rotted through?
This willow will cease to dance,
and I'll refuse to sing
A song of how you left us both
for a war that fateful spring.
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I wrote this on my cracked little phone screen through some weepy tears, so I'll have to edit it and proofread it later.
Vanessa Grace
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Vanessa Grace  23/F/Jacksonville, FL
(23/F/Jacksonville, FL)   
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