Short Attatched Poems

When I was 16,
I swallowed a needle attatched to a thread.
And I stitched your name
to the bottom of my heart to remember 
for when you come back.
Because
You'll come back.
You'll come back with an ardent obsession....

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Time it catches up
To all of us I guess
You can try to avoid it
Or enjoy it like the rest
No matter what you try 
Father time he always wins
Autumn wind it blows the leaves 
And the leaves they fall again 
One by One they leave the branch
Still attatched to there stem 
They all hit the ground 
And other leaves will grow again
From Spring to snow,
It seems to go 
From green to gold then red
The streams have froze 
They cease to flow
But believe they'll flow again...

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