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Sep 2016
The leaves changed
early this year,

shriveled and fell
to my feet.

The breeze
grew bitter,
a spiteful sigh
blowing

a wayward leaf into
my shaking palms.
In haste, I pressed it to my heart;

                  two withered orphans, it and I
Kaylee Lemire
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