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Sep 16
Falling off
she leaves,
leaves her tree
breaking free
of her majestic mentor
Falling over time,
leaving what she has
learned of truth
Carried upon a
cradle in a breeze,
Tossing about in
crisp, edgy, crimson,
swaying, whirling,Β dancing
look at me, love me
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