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Written While Leaving
summer grass folded
like faded paper
under the heavy frost
your cat sitting
at the window
watching the winter birds
cold water
brushes
the back of my hand
slowly like
a thought turning
it begins to rain
Wednesday 15th February 2017 11:03 pm
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