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Oct 2016
the week before
i went through the fall alone
i watched him leave
like how i watched
the old cherry blossom tree
he hesitantly, gradually floated
and flew away with the wind
and soon long gone was spring

seasons went by in a blur
but the slowest change
painful up to now
was how we wouldn't let go
of each other and part that day
"change is inevitable."

12/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
(25/seaside soul)   
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   tamia, Lora Lee and Pax
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