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Leaving (poem)
Category: Writing and Poetry
Embalmed was the room , in a special kind of light. A haze, a bloom, not quite so bright. Cushioning my eyes, comfort so sublime, Til' i say my goodbyes its over now, its time. The gravel crackles, the air is crisp. A black swallow paddles, her wings through the mist. We left too soon, if you ask me. But tomorrow at noon, there's somewhere i need to be. » Continue Reading