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Sep 2018
Rooks rise into the air
Like dust after a demolition.
An Autumn green with water

Pulls at me like an ignored child.
You are lost behind the Summer
Like spilled wine on a table

You run in chaos through linen.
It is late, and you sleep in the ground.
For Daniel Philibert 1985-2018
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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     ---, Fawn, Emily B, --- and Stara
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