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You Don't Tell Me
How much to live
for you in different ways
becoming just me.
My grief mixes with
the clouds to rain on the
wings of songs.
Chenille. Like lifting
your memories
with beautiful metaphors.
Nonverbally the words
fall on the roses,
without any cause.
I bring back the moons.
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