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Sad Riddance

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Cornflower stars in the sky,
belittled by the hazing hue.
Prim flower fields distanced,
washed out by a sad rainfall.

His smell is on your shoulder,
it lingers still, after the rain had
washed his hay hair cold.
The trees rid of dead leaves…

Like a heart disposing a lover.
But you know you will fall again.
But hopefully keep live leaves.
You wish you kept the leaves.





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