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Jan 2014
soul growth of
a tree, the leaves
drop with every word
you let free.

leave a barren old twig,
knowing you did what you must
and said what you hid.
but remember,

don't
leave without
a twirl or a spin
of the heart, or the gift
you have to give will stay
forever, from this world, apart.
tayler
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tayler
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