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I follow you
to the end
of the world
she said

but I am
not going there
he responded
and walked away
she reads
the poems
she has written
and wonders
what would happen
if she stopped
writing
yesterday
seems so close
tomorrow
is so near
today
does not make sense
waiting for the boat
stormy waters and grey sky
anxious is her mind
festive busyness
smell of cinnamon and warmth
happiness returns
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