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when the tree inevitably tires and lets you go; you will follow where the wind blows, and i hope it takes you to me, my leaf. winter, fall, summer, spring- let the seasons’ moons wane and wax, and let your colours change, but your splendor remains in the lines and intricacies that stroke your very shape. i trace my finger along your grace and, green for the summer or brown for the fall; i feel your shape, your scars and stripes, and i know it’s you. and the changing of the seasons will rip you apart and you will grow callused. life will harden you with frequencies of tribulation so great, an unsalvageable mess it will make of you, until you are bare stem and spine; the palette of greenish brownish yellow for fall exchanged for hopelessness’ grubby beige. 



and i won’t let you go… your tragically beautiful carcass remains pressed in my journal, among the dried lilies and the lilacs. your delicate sickness is my attraction, your sorrow my muse.


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