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Thoughts like calligraphy Seemingly effortless Natural flow and flair The smell of autumn leaves Visable laughter from your mouth Wisps of calligraphy We both knew Did I turn you into this Or did you turn me Not enough silence to let me forget For years Bringing back the leaves That crisp air But the warmth between us is it all gone Or am I just to forget Maybe I just chose not to notice The iciness The leaves were rotting after all