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Leaves in December

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He left me,
like the leaves in December,
alone; to find my own way,
back down to the lonesome ground,
just let me go,
to save himself from this cold, harsh winter
leaving me there,
dead on the fading grass.
I drifted away,
no connection to this thing i used to be a part of,
no way to survive,
but, i've learned that
a leaf must learn to die without her tree.





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