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Donna Sep 2017
I've decided
to let you go off
into your own yesterday's
to perch upon a tree branch
where the green leaves have fallen
and the moon sits silently
watching you , caring for you
guilding you without your
knowledge of knowing
that one day in the future
you will wake up
and realise there's more to life
than the end of a rolled up
drunken cigarette.

— The End —