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Fall is Here

Fall,



Falling towards the ground.


Grieving,



A time of pain,




Of horror





Of Loss

Haunted by the past,



By his actions,





The ones that ripped him









Away.



By the tears in her eyes,





A mother left without her son.


Fall,



Leaves rushing;





Dancing, twirling, spinning,







Towards the ground.




He’s still here,





As the wind.



We won’t be able to see him,






For a long while.
He.


Can’t.



Be.


Found.






My Uncle.







Lost.














Again.



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