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all the fallen snow
comes to rest on the gravestones
colder grows the moon
snow filling the trees
so quickly and so quickly
a perfect silence
so green and so blue
the same impossible colors
rice fields and the sky
a restless night’s sleep
my first thought in the morning
our bed half empty
the rains have ended
night whispers its cooler words
you are my blanket
dead leaves are wind kicked
that dry scrape of loneliness
i will wait for you
one set of footprints
walking in the wet sand
me without you
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