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A leaves goodbye

Catastrophe, no I'm not bitter
                The wind caresses my margins 
                Children tickle my cold veins 
                I float to the terrain 
                For Oak Kin to thrive 
                I say crisply
                I'm charcoal 
                Goodbye 
                Time

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