Hollow heals echo on asphalt
night wind wrestles leaf from stem
moon glare ricochets
stones grind under rubber soles
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You wait for the right word
or a place where it goes,
leaves, you me in some talked about better place
away from now... pick my goodness for me,
...
My love is the blackened tendril,
flutters in your reach
you travel places I can't go.
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