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17 days

17 days

June 29, 2016 ahorsealone

Were you to walk these streets,

Your sigh would scatter seeds,

Little dreamy pebbles sent

To take the place that’s mortar meant.

 

So when a town is  overgrown,

By branch and petal taken down,

I’ll know where your spirits walk,

And I’ll know with whom to talk.

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