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Xella Sep 2021
She is a lifted finger
A tapped drum, nothing
Some type of paper weight
Fraying at the edges, she's
our comforter our, big red scarf.
I hope she'll be ok till we finally
Realise our mistakes.

The thought of withering away...
AGUH lost half of it, had to rewrite by memory. Eh whatever.
Joshua Downing Aug 2018
The seasons change, the trees lose color, limbs feel empty.
yet they will grow others.
leaves take advantage of the fall ground
beautiful, quiet, barely make a sound.
hearts combine like salt in the ocean
we dance around in this rain in such soft motion
this is what we dream of as we gaze the sky
this is what i believe when i look into your eyes

— The End —