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Oct 3
oak trees dropping
thorns today
the pine is my friend
no acorns in this shade

the weeds I pulled
left me bleeding

to see you
jaw dropping

to hear you
nearing my end

to feel you
my undoing

so here's to a letter never sent
mull: a verb : think about (a fact, proposal, or request) deeply and at length.
Pen Lux
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