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Nov 2017
the back of a mirror,
leaves turn into flames
and after the walking

you shake your coat like a wet dog;

the rain waters your smile,
you trail autumn into the hall
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Jonathan Witte
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