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May 28
The ebbs and flows
of withered grass and moss green skies

Alone
I still hold your hand
watch seabirds fly
The pond searching between my toes

and i fly with them
Still holding your hand
M G Hsieh
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M G Hsieh
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   --- and Nylee
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