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Apr 2016
just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.
Written by
         Logan Robertson, shamamama, L B, Poetoftheway, Nadia and 199 others
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