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the roads here are winding, the leaves are changing.

best not to bang the teapot down on serving, best
to tell the truth.
one way,

and  another.

up poole hill

or down.

you kissed me.
so the falling days,
end today, winter waits,
and the songs, and words,
tunes are all to warm us,
and hold us safe
let us look at things, differently.
often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.
do not wish to hide

do not wish to run

to take the boat and steer

to take the hiatus i fear
adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate

continue pointlessly, for  thousand thousands years.

numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.
decide which

petulant shadow hides

integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags

will find us.
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