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He will leave today
when the leaves give way,
ensuring time again
you will be my friend.
Soaking snow in syrup red,
he won't come again.
We are friends again.
Hurt fades to pretty pink
near the gray concrete.
Find death in familiar ways.
Passing. Passing, it's all grave.
Screaming. Silent. Gurgling. Coughing.
Violent and bloody-
disgrace is erased, for silence comes with death.
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