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they leave out happiness
It's raining again
wind is a tempest
scattering leaves
making patterns
or not I shrug
much like a weaving
planning destiny
those sisters
those witches
they weave and they snip
then weave again
though I cannot
see the tapestry
they leave out happiness
deliberately I think
they think
I would die
for a spot of joy
and they aren't ready
to snip that last
knotted thread
not this year
and not I fear next
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Chetta Achara
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