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Dec 2014
your love for me changed like the colors of leaves in the fall
green to yellow
yellow to orange
orange to brown
slowly dying
until one day it was carried by the wind and fell softly to the ground
the cold came
and the rain
as the leaves became mush in the dirt

my love is an evergreen
the bristles do not fall
the trees do not wither
they stand strong
all year long
grace
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grace  22/philly
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