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Apr 2020
My hands held together in the corner of calm
bench of blue, cold on the ground
Changing of time feathers that fall
Can that holds the water of all

Turning of time, flowers to ****
Stories we share the garden of keep
Brush the lines, clear the leaves
By my side you will always be

The sun has set, eyes I weep
Gone for now, my empty seat
Written by
Julie
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   Fawn
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